Murder - Craig Xen, wifisfuneral

Woke up like whose face am I gon' fuck up today

Anybody wanna get into it with me, I’ma get into it with 'em

I’ma leave 'em to lay

Ayy, yeah that shit’s smackin', nigga

Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

We can clip all that shit

Look, ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh

Bitch, I woke up like whose face am I gon' fuck up today

Anybody wanna get into it with me, I’ma get into it with 'em, I’ma leave 'em to

lay

Ok, I woke up like this morning who I’m fin' kill today

Break bread on the face, smoke a blunt full of blood and then I paint me a way

Yeah it’s that murder, murder, leave 'em hurtin'

Pull up on 'em whippin' in a black Suburban

Ayo for certain, fuck nigga lurkin'

Spit like a hundred round drum now he squirmin'

Glock .45 when I move on the low

Ok I think it’s safe to say the devil’s got my soul

Ok now move out with that work, I got the work on the low

Diamonds white like Mike Tyson got the «K» and the «O.»

Got that AK, gotta let it spray

Gotta let the choppa chop up his face

Man down, hundred round

Drummin' like a motherfuckin' high school band

I be like «Hey say, bitch, come my way

Finna knock your ass back to yesterday»

Way hate?

I’m pumping brakes

They say I’m too psycho in my brain

Psycho in the brain, woke up entertained Like who the fuck strap this straight

jacket?

When I find buddy I’ma let 'em have it

Woke up this morning and prayed to my ratchet

Fuck on a bad bitch right deep on my attic (Ayy)

Damn, it’s affect to the bands in my attic (Yeah, ayy)

Momma ain’t know she was raising a savage (Bitch, ayy)

Band outta can, gotta get another band

And indeed another grand, hunnid grand what I master

To the afterlife I be a demonize goddamn shady bastard

Scratch on the palm of my hand

Breakin' laws of the land, committed to die living insane

With a blade six inches, influencen

Death to any and everybody against us

(Ooh) yeah

Snapped on that bitch, yeah

Diablo on the beat, bitch

Ayy