M.O.E. - Axe Murder Boyz

I’m so Axl Rose around my pack of smokes

Sippin' and spillin' this jack and coke all over my clothes

Kickin' it on shows with bummest hoes

What you ain’t heard about Young Wicked?

Oh shit, your momma know

I came to the crib, taking a hit

Take a body to the back, gotta change it a bit

I ain’t came for fucking, I’m just cuttin' on this bitches instead

Cuttin' on this bitches neck, nothing with the every scream

M.O.E.

baby murder over everything

I’m sicker than the avarage and I can’t find the antidote

Pictures on my cameras, confessions of a cannibal

Tryin' to erase my visions but the voices bringing me back for more

Murder more, have your bloody body hanging vertical

Inner Sleepy Hollow like Sweeney Todd when I’m serving those

Meat pies made from my skills with the surgical

Disguies as the cable guy on the service scope

He smiles when she realizes he’s murderer

One more body, bloody bodies ain’t a thang

Two, two more visions, three words on my brian

Four, four, five, six, six, six like a scary dream

M.O.E.

— murder over everything

Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3

Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal

Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3

Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal

Murder motherfucker, yeah they call me that all day and night

Takin' out the evil cause these bitches don’t be actin' right

Yeah I’m tight, yeah I’m fresh, fuck you up for talkin' shit

Shooting bullshit at me, but my shine will keep on blocking it

Droppin' clips murder more, I’m a fuckin' animal

Like a lion I’m a king and killin' all them fucking hoes

Call me Freddy when you’re sleepin', I’ll be standin' over you

Dice you up and serve you up for dinner too, coming through

Get it right, murder over everything

Don’t give a fuck what you bring, cause it don’t affect me

M.O.E.

till I D.I.E., what you know bout A.M.B.

Garcia brother and I rep that A.X.E

Sick in the head, sick in the dome

Bodies burried beneath my home

And now you know, I filled my four and want some more

When I rock, when I spit, when I smoke

When you see the A.M.B, it’s M.O.E