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Yeah, yeah.. Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill *echoes*) Verse One: Method Man Slowly I turn, step by step Through the backwindow, I crept Silent as a mouse on a set While everybody in the house slept I disconnect the phones and the rest Find a butcherknife Cut the power lines to the lights Now a nigga wild for the night I come like the living death, straight from the dirt Back to avenge his own death on his earth Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work Down to the basement, the dog get it first I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own The voices in my head just won't leave me alone Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Pissing on the car seats, flatten the wheel So there's no escape from the fate that awakes No one to witness the horror taking place Yeah, now I'm on my way upstairs To the bedroom on my prey unaware There heads will be hung from the chimney with care He hopes that the police soon will be here I'm a killer! Verse Two: Redman Yo, yo Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!" You fish cake niggas, stay lippin' off Did your mama name you or ms. Pause Battle in session, what's up with it? I talk like I walk with a fucked up divit Niggas scream out: "It's just us bitches!" Don't shoot, out the phonebooth I aim at your party, hit the wrong group "Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back Ducking brickwalls, get thumbtacked So run laps, for a body you Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc Turn velcro, when night falls Cetral park jockers, wear bright clothes Tae bo, five flo's This is synapsis, snake up I'm a killer! Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow) Cereal, cereal killer Verse Three: Redman Yo, yo I walk on backs like mr. Bentley After p-p-p strip shue empty Garther around, for rapid sound Fourth of July was three months ago, should pad 'em down No one will fold both thumbs and eight fingers to square with Joe Young Tongue be low one, spit dumb, moron For white boys the snowboard on So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want? Chew spearmint gum two double pump Two canyons, piece by piece Your school get dazed like G by G Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Take nuts and screws out fareswells If you ain't missy, payin' no bills Body, you and supermarket, no thrills Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (Cereal, cereal killer) Verse Four: Method Man Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low Titanic MC rock the boat meth Tongue death rhyme, microphone sex line Next time don't forget the TEC-9 Step Bob digital, context is critical Bomb wreck these individiuals to its own death So you the illest nigga in Nebraska? Hell not! It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher I think too much, I drink too much My crew don't really give too fucks about you ducks We over here Shaolin What, spontanious is busted when I smoke a pack of dust Ooh what a rush, cigar be the dutch Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch I crush MC's Can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me I'm a killer! |