SMKA - Ima Murder lyrics

[Verse 1] I k** a beat and paralyze a chorus f** up your city like they let loose a Tyrannosaurus Uh my pen is definite since rigamortous My tongue's a lethal weapon here my b**h is a sorceress Three Sixes and torches, three k**ers on horses Drag a b**h through the forest Oh the scene is so morbid so sick and so torturess But Jarren adores it So open your eyes b**hes you better absorb it I'm painting you portaits they feeding you horse sh** Their visions distorted leave them dead in theyre porsches There's voices inside my head but I'm scared of these forces They want me to k** turning rappers to corpses I'm chopping 'em up put there organs in porridge I hunger for blood appetite is enormous And this is ether through your speakers I can't sleep until I introduce you n***as to the Reaper [Hook] Cause they so infatuated with the cars and the clothes Me I got a thing for stabbing beats and k**ing flows I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder Blood stains cover up my hands and on my paper Bodies in the trunk of other rappers and you haters I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder [Verse 2] K-I-L-L-E-R k**er Pop right back from the dead like Thriller ATLien Eastside n**uh Sips malt liqour Sick thoughts n**uh Semi-Automatic I'm a terminate a f*ggot When the body decompose you can only see the maggots Cut a motherf**ers head off with a hatchet J's back at it sick black magic Infatuated with murder Intoxicated I'll serve up Them bodies thick when they burn up My DNA will not turn up Whack a** sh** don't concern us Got bodies locked in my basement They on the floor or in the furnace I'm feeling insane my brains about to pop I think I'm changing I'm transforming like an auto bot I keep on k**ing what a feeling no I'm not gonna stop Electric Shock Therapy better but what a thousand watts Straight jackets come equipped with 38 latches Not enough to contain a man with a crazed habit And this is ether through your speakers I can't sleep until I introduce you n***as to the Reaper [Hook] Cause they so infatuated with the cars and the clothes Me I got a thing for stabbing beats and k**ing flows I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder Blood stains cover up my hands and on my paper Bodies in the trunk of other rappers and you haters I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder