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Murda Murda Lyrics

[Intro-Des Devious]

Yeah, Des D n****,
Celph t**led, Crypt the Warchild,
Where you at n****?
Yeah,
[Chorus-Crypt the Warchild]

This be that murda murda,
I shall not speak no further,
After this it's hazardous,
My n***** pullin' burners,
Your weak s*** don't concern us,
I see you gettin' nervous,
By accident,
We make more moves than n***** make on purpose.

[Verse 1-Crypt the Warchild]

This s*** is gettin' scary,
Y'all n***** best be wary,
My team is legendary,
Y'all n***** secondary,
We stackin' cemeteries,
More to marry, more to bury,
f*** 'em all, f*** the world,
Put em in a mortuary,
And all I know is pain,
I walk through coldest rain,
I aint supposed to change,
Cause I approach the game,
I'm tryin to coast the plane,
Y'all n***** know the name,
Warchild, Celph t**led, Des D,
Of course it's ???,
We too dangerous,
So move away from this,
n***** will waive the fifth,
And two courageous kids,
I aint no plagiarist,
This s*** is major biz,
So let the truth be told,
When I'm sayin it.

[Chorus]
[Verse 2-Des Devious]

I do it for the hell of it,
Spit it, mix it, package it up,
For the sale of it,
Get profit for the smell of it,
The meanest n****,
This ??? is 16,
For props and cream(?)
Close the screen,
You plot, I scheme,
Competition take heed,
And listen ??? with henchmen,
Slander your name, damage is done,
For this rendition,
Walkin' the streets,
Kickin' your rocks,
Steady grippin,
problem get solved, blink of an eye,
The fifth is ???,
Listen I aint here to put on no violence, violence,
But that's what happen when m*********** can't keep it silent,
b***** you up,
Sharp-tipped death from a thousand,
I aint draw, but I'm housin,
Get a lot of wilin',
Robbin' n*****, that was my twist,
Slug it out in an instant,
If you was resistant of a predagate,
Never seen jail time for crimes I committed,
The most I see,
Some still repent(?) it.
[Chorus]

[Verse 3-Celph t**led]
You'll see my face when I attack,
No ski-hat or a Jason mask,
No laser-beam gleam,
So you aint seein where I'm aimin at,
Charles Manson clone,
Meltin flesh like Indiana Jones,
It's Tampa zone,
t**led the toolman,
Bringin' hammers home,
And ??? know me here,
Gats will kill ya,
And we'll bust inside your house like Michael Jackson's Thriller,
Caterpillar arm slasher,
Flick slash a b**** destroy a thug,
Seperate the men from the women, like a divorce court judge,
I'm not a rapper I'm a rocker in a grunge band,
I'm supa fly,
One hell of a helicopter stunt man,
We'll make your guns jam,
And leave your forehead crammed,
With sharp swords that cut boars head(?) ham,
And we're back!,
It's not the torture papers,
We got more claws and razors,
A lotta Rambos, Commandos and Terminators,
You die hard when I run on bars(?),
Roll an L(?) with the same holy smoke God's dna designed on.

[Chorus]
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