Murderer - A$ix

One more thing I'll ask you, Lord You may need a murderer Someone to do your dirty work Don't act so innocent I've seen you pound your fist into the earth And I've read your books Seems that you could use another fool Well I'm cruel And I look right through You must have more important things to do So if you need a murderer Someone to do your dirty work

She's a murderer, but who planted the seed? The pastor baptized her But the deed he could not clean The father tried to be a good man And the mother kept her child He cried and begged and wept As she pierced the knife through his heart But who could blame the child To cast the first stone? Oh, now she's a murderer Now she's a murderer She was always looking for a way out not in The church became her prison For her it only held sin She cried, "Daddy, why am I so sad? I've never done nothing wrong" He said, "You got the blood of an evil man But you've got to stay strong" She watched as he cried and begged and wept As she pierced the knife through his heart But who could blame the child To cast the first stone? Oh, now she's a murderer Now she's a murderer She cried, "Daddy, why am I so sad? I've never done nothing wrong" He said, "You got the blood of an evil man But you've got to stay strong, strong, strong, strong" Jesus is my Buddha And Buddha is Muhammad Buddha is my Jesus And nothing will divide us (yeah) He cried and begged and wept As she pierced the knife through his heart But who could blame the child To cast the first stone? To cast the first stone Oh, now she's a murderer Now she's a murderer, oh, ooh, yeah

(First verse) Muthaf**kin' murderer! Bitch you killed my sister! Bitch I'm bout to get my pistol! Know that I'm comin' and I gotta get him, And I gotta kill him, And cease all his stupid shit, And walk with this venomous shit 'cause she's 'sposed to be there for me, Six years, still tears! I know it's gonna be that way Until the day that your grave is filled up, I still can't forget'cha, 'cause all you did is spilled blood, Bitch that was my only sister, you can't just kill her! Don't that f**k with you? can't you feel her? That's what the f**k she get for givin' you her real love? I tried to play cool, and mind my business, and stay out it, I was supposed to be all in, when it comes to your family share your Problems! I just wish I would've knew then what I know now, I just wish I could've woke up before it went down! Now I'm sayin' "damn!" Wake up hollerin' "damn!" Wait until I get that muthaf**ka, and I am! Chorus (mystikal & uncredited singer): (Mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!) (Singer) Murderer... Murderer... (2x) (Second verse) Noooooooow, why? Would you come to my house, tell the truth, Then turn around and be bout lyin'? Muthaf**ka in that water, I know you didn't want your son to rot! So if you gone support him, Then you can jump up in the skillet with him and fry! Bitch! my God damn sister used to call you mama! And this is how you honor her? I'm furious, and to her I say murderer! Her loyalty, and her love, you deserted her! Changed the whole story, and got on the evening news and shined, The bitch start actin', got on the witness stand and start cryin', Now who the f**k you think you foolin'? or convincin'? It must be your f**kin' self! It hurt me so bad, to avoid doin' somethin' crazy I had to write this shit down on paper, And show you what the f**k I felt! You disgrace me, it's a show of shame, You saw that look in my sister face, she died in pain! Chorus (Third verse) Thou shalt not kill, Bitch I can remember finishin' the argument That y'all was havin' over automobiles, Thou shalt not lie, I know what you did, I'm comin' to get'cha, you cannot live! Look, you sleep forever is the f**kin' price, Shit, a throat for a throat, a life for a life, F**k my feelings, you owe that to my family and her son, My children auntie ain't there, F**kin' well right I got a grudge, On your ma, and her lawyer, and the courts, And the jurors, and the judge, Defenses, your immediate family members, I'm pissin' on it and burnin' the distict attorney, You stepped down on us, Shipped that coward out his f**kin' cell and let him skip town on us, Just like that, And I guess I'm 'sposed to let that shit go down, ha? just like that? I'm makin' it happen to these actors, My screwdriver, and my telephone bar, and my black hat on backwards, Takin' your boyfriend, that's how it end, But until then, I'm livin' for revenge Chorus (mystikal & singer): (Mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!) (Singer) Murderer... Murderer... (Mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!) (Singer) Murderer... Murderer... (Mystikal) Murderer! Bitch you killed my sister! Murderer! Bitch you killed my sister! (Mystikal) Bitch you killed my sister! ...what I tell myself! (Singer... simultaneous with mystikal) Murderer... Murderer... (Beat plays with drum cadence until the final gunshot ends the song)

Chorus (Mystikal & Insane): repeat 2X (Insane) Guns murder niggas at night... (Mystikal) Man, niggas even kill niggas at night (Insane) Cops murder niggas at night... (Mystikal) I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine! (Mystikal) Motherfuckin murderer... shot my fuckin brother But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER! He playin the role of one them niggas that's always talkin noise Runnin INSIDE, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys Fuck that, I'm lockin that bolt back Loadin that gat, here that glock come, (gunshot) Out'cha fuckin' head... standin on the corner I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA! Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE I'm gone do you in I'm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick And hit the bricks before I do you in Two of your boys spied me comin Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin But not you though, you gots to play the hard role Stop playin it up like a bone, BITCH I KNOW YOU ARE Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do? Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU! Chorus (Mystikal) Pull your shirt down bitch I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit It don't matter how many fuckin guns you got The only thing that MATTER, is a nigga, to get the first shot Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin feet They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene? We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE BITCH Let you know just who you fuckin' with But I ain't that type of nigga That's liable to shoot you over no DUMB SHIT! If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause You talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys Gankin niggas I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS! (Gunfire) YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS! So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin chest I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK BITCH! That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin I'm poppin' the clip in Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM! Chorus (Mystikal) (Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?) FUCK NO! I ain't caught that bitch yet I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em Get up, pack my shit and I'll STOP, and then I'll fuckin find him Yo dumb ass in the street Fuck that shit, cuz I'ma catch your ass this week Monday, a one day when you go play (alot of gunfire), goes the A.K. Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst? Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine Go get the A.K. Bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday That's the day that ass fall Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day The day I'm blood thirsty Fuck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY! Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin (door noise) Waitin for my chance to do your ass in I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga Chorus

Once there was little girl Visiting a little boy Stayed up watching late night shows No one else was home Once upon a time below Stangers' faces pale and old Misery and broken bones Set the stage Are you scared of what you might like? Are you scared you'll get out alive? Hear the wind blow and church bells chime Hear the mob that awaits outside Shame on you who dared survive You shall pay The dead will rise Murderer Murderer Tiny children small no more Voice their anger "Burn the whore!" Murderer Will the torturer save your soul? Will this path take you down below? Speak the truth, there's no need to fear Speak the truth that they want to hear Shame on you who dared survive You shall pay The dead will rise Murderer Murderer Tiny children small no more Voice their anger "Burn the whore!" Murderer Innocence Innocence, you have to sink Innocence Return from the devil Release us from hell Shame on you who dared survive You shall pay the dead will rise Pain and torture waits below Thank these men who made you go Murderer Murderer Tiny children small no more Voice their anger "Burn the whore!" Murderer Murderer Murderer Murderer Murderer Murderer Tiny children small no more Voice their anger "Burn the whore!" Murderer

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