Scram Jones - Manson Murder lyrics

Believe me, if I started murdering people… There'd be none of you left [Verse 1: Styles P] Basically, hit you with the hard n***a recipe f** you! If you ain't with me, or next to me (f** you!) I ain't one for the small talk Ghost'll get it in like Nucky on Boardwalk Real grimey n***a though, I'mma let the 4 talk You ain't got to hear me dog, you could hear the lord talk Uzi up the place when the shotty blow the doors off Dream of dollar bills and k**in n***as that the kid hate Nuttin' on yo b**h face, brain is in the sick place Maybe it's the wax or the fact that I'm sh**faced Rap spelled backward is par – you ain't up to that If your sh** sound wack I had enough of that f** em all from the bottom to the top If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em get shot A bullseye on the forehead f** wack rappers, leave em all dead [Sample] Why do you wanna call me a murderer for? I've never k**ed anyone I don't need to k** anyone I think it [Verse 2: Styles P] Voices in the attic, bodies in the basement People under the stairs hold my guns and chasin When I buy a brick I bring a basehead to taste it Zombies out here, yea this sh** is like a wasteland I don't give a f** about no goddamn bath salts P91 to blow half of your ma** off Face all over the asphalt No track down here but whips is like NASCAR Weed in the gla** jar, shot em in the head ‘cause the trash words Then I got ghosts like Casper No, I get ghosts like myself If I rap like you I put the toast to myself I sh** on you, the mic booth in your board Why don't you find a bridge and bungee with no chord Or build yourself a pool full of swords Dive in it, next time you rhyme put your mind in it [Sample] Maybe I should've k**ed 4 to 500 people Then I would've felt better [Verse 3: N.O.R.E.] The healthiest n***a in New York, smoking Newport's I'm not a new boos, I'm in the new Porsche My Nike sneakers, it be my like sneakers Jogging on the beach with my wife beaters Word to Obama mama, Jeffrey Dahmer drama Swiss got keys, pianos and Alicia When I be talkin keys I'm talkin coke and the Keisha I know chicks that swallow cum and they still s** it Miscarriage hoes, fowl cuz they still f**in You know the deal, they don't even wait to heal My booster b**hes – they can't even wait to steal My favorite s** position is the 69 I f** er at 6 while holdin my 9 Amsterdam, stuff blunts, call em sumos Walkin out the walk, with a veggie meal you know Kick yo feet up like weed up, show yo speeder [Sample] I'm the king, man I run the underworld, guy I make the money, man I change minds