[Hook]
Yeah Murder he wrote I k** em k** em k** em
Murder he wrote I k** em k** em k** em
Murder he wrote I
Murder he wrote I
k** em 'til they're dead
[Intro]
Got a murderous plot that I jotted on my journal it is hot
It's infernal
There is much I can learn you
Hip Hop
I'mma murder murder rap
I'mma murder murder
Murder he wrote I k** em 'til they're dead
DEAD!
[Verse One]
Off with these rappers' heads
Termanology dead, Skyzoo dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
Why live let them die I k** em willing
Try feeling sympathetic for Blu
Like poor Blu, Poor you, cup of acid
Drink splashes think as if k**ing rappers is so fantastic
Statik hurry let's get this track mastered fast kid
Murder he wrote leaving they throat slashes
Mad sick, I f**in hate dope rappers
If you ain't made it big I'm k**in you, ridicule
Anyone without whips and b**hes in they videos
Little Brother dead, Elzhi dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I is sick in the brain, R.E. c**aine kid
Had a talk with my conscience my conscience said
"Reks k** em k** em k** em"
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
Hello, Torae what's in your double barrel?
Please don't shoot first
I have to reload to blast you
Raps'll make me so unpopular
I wonder if Jean Grae will let me sit on top of her
Strangle life out of her
Live on my webcam
Hi, is this Def Jam?
My name is Reks and
I've got some songs I
Really like to play for you
Amazing tunes, in em I'm talking about blazin dudes
JFK dead, Brother Ali dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I am so fed up with the underground rap sh**
Here Statik help me put Poison Pen in this casket
Krumbsnatcha don't be dramatic
I gotta light these matches
To burn your body into ashes
Excuse me Lil' Fame
How do I blast this murder he wrote for the ma**es
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
Bye bye Jay Electronica see you on the other side
I'mma k** my own crew, Chi Knocks and Lucky Dice
Cali dead, John Hope dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
See I came up with this record
For rappers who neglected
Don't take it as hate
Cause they love it when you dead kid
Head is deranged, sick and insane
Gargle this bleach, target is me
Lower bullets and aim
Now you're all dead and Reks dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I could swallow these pills
And sleep on the way to heaven
Make my child a ba*tard on the way to hell
I told you Papa didn't preach good lovin
So I learned to hate from a well
The industry we now know don't got room for creativity
Murder he wrote gon' make history
DEAD!