Scorpion Squad - Homicide Music lyrics

[Produced by Mixla Productions] [Chorus: x2] That's that homicide music That real Columbine music Making your momma cry music That real traumatized music [Verse 1: Almighty U-Sorcerer] This that homicide music, motherf**ing crime rate Bodies on the highway of the lightweights Living in the world where n***as can't kiss the sky Without being shot by Scarface's little guy Already called manslaughter on your granddaughter But the streets k**ed her before I got the honor Nowadays, don't know who to trust Who to bust, who to have, who to love Who to cut, who to cuff, cause my n***as losing touch, true enough You psychopaths, is there a disorder in it? You k**ing more children than an abortion clinic Getting your gun customized, then ask to testify Hoping that they think your murder justified? You k**ing these brides straight out the bridal shops? You giving other family members suicidal thoughts n***as out following all these leaders Doc ain't doing procedures, victim got amnesia And then then he gets shot over a mamacita That he don't remember f**ing in Indonesia Body outlined in chalk They said they heard shots at like 9 o clock This evening, and the n***a ain't breathing now Bleeding out, and everybody else fleeing south Identifying the body, no memberships Inside that man body, found the entire extended clip Wifey waiting at the house for a tender kiss Woulda have a son that woulda been your son's friend but you ended it k**ed for the hell of it Now on CNN, no censorship Closed casket, whole family remember him Life bittersweet like a peppermint Matter fact, life sour like lemonade When I load the heavyweight, they gonna levitate [Hook] [Verse 2: gamemast15r] I carry more arms on my body then Vishnu Execution style, hollow points into your tissue You're gonna need more than just a rag to clean up all the blood You smell of p**y, gotta clean the crime scene of the crud I'm not an ATlien, just a psychopath from outer space d**h Star sh**, will blast your body out of place Art of War like Sun Tzu, f** kung fu f** questions, I shoot first; don't mess with the young fool The chrome Glock will make you speak your mind, like a dome shot You think I'd be infected with AIDS, because I'm so hot I'll rip out your f**ing voice box if you ever think about callin' out I'm the ignorant motherf**er that Lauryn Hill was talkin' bout Bridge burning, under the influence of alcohol The honky devil does bar fights while I go out to ball I leave victims screaming foul sh** like “what's happening?” Put bodies in a zip up bag, addictive like saccharine You gon' get shot in the capillaries, the facts are scary Cause I'm still the captain, and I could leave your clique capped and carried I'm barging through, call me Gamezilla The game k**ed ya, the aim is familiar The pain is just realer, I'mma bring the flame to your grill son Edge lord, keyboard warrior; dump you in the sea floor worried That you'll never survive, I couldn't create a better demise You got cheese? I get the cheddar with fries Like f** the lettuce and lie, I'm twenty four steps ahead of you guys I should stop rapping I'm not African, just the devil's advocate Wild and Crazy Kid will always be my acronym, the biggest accident The sadomasochist, bound to no motherf**ing sacrament I create rhymes that makes one want to take a life away Life and d**h, murder rates part of life like night and day Nowadays rap is better with cash and nectar Until my rhymes drill into your mind, like Ice-T with Black N' Decker [Hook] [Verse 3: Liiight] It's the head hunting honcho in a blood drenched poncho Timbs stained with splattered brains you know the motto Ask questions after wrecking I reckon I'm the king with iron fists like Tekken Pause the game long enough for me to step in Wearing a Stetson and a black trench coat covering my Smif N Wesson Vicious sinning kid sh**s gets more gory than Japanese syndicates Arm leg leg arm head Ship you to your parents that way so now they know you dead Sipping lotus controlling locomotives Steam roll through your house without a decent motive Probably just to mash your bu*tons like a Sega controller Hold it Hold it over until I spill your guts For spilling beans Quick to cut a n***a on the scene Raging on stage sit front row catch a Liu Kang to the face b**h can run his mouth but tell him run my fade Hear the breath exit his throat Sweeney Todd with a blade I'm the noblest knight so the dragon will be slayed God damn Slit jugulars and blood will be sprayed I can keep it quiet but a**a**ins must be payed Hear the coins click kiss then act as if I've never played No amount of absolution can take my sins away Repent and pen away Any feelings that you thought I had Cold hearted monster eating meat straight off the slab Anybody want my spot tell them come on and take a stab No knife to a gun fight watch the revolver blast Leave him alive but he gone need a coloscomy bag But his homie is gone leave wrapped in plastic with a new toe tag Good Lawd [Outro] Need your cries of fear It's music to my ears (x3) Yeah n***a, you's a dead motherf**er now