Murder Is an Artform

Lyrics

[Intro] – The, uh, manifestation of a certain quality in, not the human experience, but what has been understood as the human experience. It's a quality that people are frightened of, it's a quality that people consider evil, and it's something that has been very little understood until now [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Billionaire Boys Club, homie, I'm a Bathing Ape There's seven MAC-11's in the duffy, money, maybe eight Directed energy wеapon'll make 'em radiate Carry bodiеs, drop a motherfucker like he baby weight I'm in my bag and all the thoughts is in the database I will take a kitchen utensil and cheese-grate his face I got the heavy artillery like a naval base He was affected by limitations, so say his grace A lot of motherfuckers is doin' a lot of bitchin' They light work, homie, it's out of my jurisdiction How I'm supposed to help a man without a pot to piss in? And bullets is my energy, I'm out of ammunition We cookin' pies, that's why he mistook me for a chef He was pussy when he came, he was pussy when he left You a vic, and a vic the best way to make a profit I guess you gotta crack a couple eggs to make an omelette [Verse 2: Tha God Fahim] I keep a soul eater, temperatures risin' just like a fever Open your top like a two liter I pump steel like Hogan Fear is not a factor, no Rogan I'll put the burner to you like the slogan This The Omen, when I'm around, you outspoken I'm sippin' potion, live by the code and notion Give you a thirty round clip with no emotion Dip, ride off to slow motion to cause more commotion I got a violent mind with mostly peaceful thoughts I peeped your vault, I do crimes and don't get caught This AR-15 I just bought, added the bump stock Do you like Henny and put you under rocks Do you like Mick Foley, I'll beat you with a sock Full of batteries and nickels before I even box All I see is sevens like the slots Seven shots, the only way you see me at the top [Verse 3: Blacastan] Yo, raised in the hood, taught skills in the lobbies Robberies, one false move, turn to hommies Dog eat dog, vicious, kennel full of rotties Sixteen years old, multiple bodies Sawed shotties, down to kill niggas over Carti's Kick game swifter than karate Bitches snap pics like paparazzi I roll dice like Yahtzee Cee-Lo, even when it's forty below You know the steelo, we comin' for them kilos Loadin' up the sticks and take shots like free throws Pretty niggas gettin' buried in tuxedos Playin' the hero, I'll send you back to Channel Zero Even Robert De Niro could get popped when I'm holdin' a barrel Loadin' the ammo, lettin' it go like arrows Gang-gang, initiated by the Philly Pharaoh You the same as 6ix9ine singin' like a sparrow