Murderer, Pt. 2 - Dendog2.5

I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes No alliances with Meek, it's still fuck him too Before we start, to the fans, I'm uncomfortable too Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all cause I got love for the dude But now my phone blowin' up, they're like what I'm gonna do? Show the world you shouldn't poke a man with nothin' to lose All of this just because I wasn't in love with his Views Whatever happened, I just know they got me fuckin' confused, hey Mic check, mic check One two, one two Wait a minute! Drake: I'm happy, I'm honored... I'm, I'm, I'm honored to be around you, man Joe Budden: Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Drake: Okay so I can't be honest on your network here? I can't be honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you? Joe Budden: It ain't an honor to be around me! Drake: We all used to listen to you so I don't even... you need to learn how to take compliments. Don't say that in vain, he's one of the best. You know that, right? Other Person: What up? What up? Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you know he's one of the best Other Person: Nah it's all love Joe Budden! Look, enough of the sentimental crap Cool if you into that Fuck all of these subs, who they intended at? I won't believe it's me without forensic facts They don't normally mention Black when pennin' their raps But then I listen back, I heard a pinch of sass Tender ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to grass I come around with every inch of the mag I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought Quentin was bad You made me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad With all the clout that he grabbed, it's still doubts from his dad Look, this ain't promotional, you just emotional No doubt you got Starbucks, with all that Joe in you I part his reign lightnin' fast, just what Joseph do A black cloud all over the 6, check the overview You're so indirect, shit wasn't real clear Either Jimmy actin' or he really miss a wheelchair What he don't know is we the most kindred of souls I should've did this two Kendricks ago He wanna sing? Well let's get into the show, commence my role For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the road I figure he's that close to his death to know the reaper In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow ether Gassed cause he KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper Quick to put extension on singer, that's Moesha Nothin' 'bout Rick slick, but show of the Caesar My crust from the same old pizza as Mona Lisa So how you callin' out the lyrical god? Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts Cause your words ain't sayin' a thing I kilogram without weighin' a thing Nigga you baitin' a king Tell you the way that Golden State say to it's team Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the wing Dem a call me a murderer I never duck, just spray I'ma never miss mi aim Dem a call me a murder There's some truth in that saying Dem a call me a murder Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing What I see, ayy Look here, I just spit the facts, raging aristocrat Shooters heard them words, wanna get rid of that When they roll up, bet dude won't wanna live his raps He'll see the 6 upside down and wanna switch it back Wrath of a god sinner I'm too real, I bet your star's tender I bet a mil', I'll bet a star tender But since the OG's Hov, here's what I wanna know If ain't no real niggas allowed the fuck would I wanna go? That's thinkin' back to Jay, now let's get back to Drake Both too big to respond to all I have to say Still with all their success and all their accolades The universe makes it so they come right back to me Here's a reminder that we go way back I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice, Hova I make these words flip as if they practice yoga Okay practice over, back to Blacklist, Hova Nothin' personal, this Red Reddington Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm doin' the work for you Payback, wire his jaw, reimbursin' you Metal all behind his face, Sprite commercial you Might have made a mistake out of this one Can't Bell Biv Devoe your way out of this one, nah So, warn your damn campaign that hammers rang I just bought a New Edition, you can't stand the rain Y'all say this soft nigga hard and that, I can't explain Y'all think he's soul for real, I see candy rain So Aubrey when you sub real MCs, you get murdered And since you signed to five guys, makes you a burger Dem a call me a murderer I never duck, just spray I'ma never miss mi aim Dem a call me a murder Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing What I see, ayy Real quick, I don't wanna talk too long. I think you misconstrued the boundaries of this relationship and this friendship. Which in return, has caused me to do the exact same thing. I don't understand how you niggas, and how you in particular, how you can fuck shorty and I dap you and say you a real nigga, and I critique your album and all of a sudden we sensitive. I don't understand how you new niggas work. Maybe I'm out of touch with the rules of today's society. I'm clearing all that. Now let me paint who I am before I allow another nigga to do it for me I'm from the school of pussy don't get me punch drunk Maybe it's different in the city you come from, look I'm from the school of these hoes belong to everybody No celeb exempt, goes for everybody So when I seen you fucked shorty, not a bitter bone in me I ain't think of how to handle the plan Said I'm aware, have fun, understand that it's, fam Told that to you and not her, that's just the man that I am My nigga, kids got no respect Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on every hoe you checked That makes sense, bad bitches, that's what Joe do best And I's the man 'round these parts when they ain't know you yet Which kinda makes me your OG in Toronto And I ain't charge once, that's for free in Toronto I'm unsure how that came to be in Toronto Nigga I don't even be in Toronto When it rains it pours All that means, dog, get please get a poncho Subs fell short like a free throw from Rondo So rude, he gay, so mean with all the Budden threats As soon as we shoot at King, Demarcus Cousins' next This shit is truly a movie You started a trend bein' a groupie for groupies Shit, I had Bria in the coupe and out her way Before you ever wrote an interlude about her So who you playin' with, clown I'm first shift at the bars, so only means I already made them rounds They say that he the best MC and best flow'er He cook better than me but you love my leftovers Fire the kill shot, the fire still hot Word to your Versace velours that Kyra still got You playin' chess with the chrome of the pump Let it blast, checkered past, shoulda known from the jump It's whatever you wanna roll, executives got your soul Sedatives, I'm repetitive with those records, show for Regular Joe, sellin' records was never the goal I never sold records, I kept records of what was sold Might have made a mistake out of this one Day's long, can't Trey Songz your way out of this one So don't worry yourself, and before I go Fuck a record label, I appear courtesy of myself, Joe

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