Crunchy Black - Murder is All on My Mind lyrics

[ DJ Paul] Glock 19 is tucked tightly down my Fruit of the Loom For you n***as that take it in strictly on that drastic boom [Hook] Murder is all, murder is all on my mind Murder is all, murder is all, murder is all on my mind Murder is all, murder is all on my mind Murder is all on my mind So I grip my plastic nine [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] I unload the ammo, fire glows I had a choice yet evil is what I chose Mysterious menacing multiple murders Man-made mutilaters, the madness technology Unknown, notorious been my annihilation My punishment pain revelation I don't know why I spent my time k**ing off my own kind I guess it's cause I find watching you cry-die satisfies my eyes Sacred grounds of terror, oh yes you may enter Trails of blood left in the snow during the course of winter [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I can see it now or should I say I saw women Turn bodies of busters ripped by a chainsaw Triple Six your nemesis, test my nuts I bury you b**h Porch full of ninas when I (oops) drop you in a ditch So save your own lies and keep that bullsh** to yourself, man Before you get f**ed up, curse of the k**a Man, thirty yes [Bridge] Yeah this is Lucifer, the leader of the Three 6 Mafia Crunchy Black, tell these hoes what happen When you was first ordered into my clique [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] It all happened one night, a n***a couldn't sleep I'm lyin' in the entrance, sweat from my head to my feet My body disfigured, I start to change form I can't believe it's on again, a demon reborn I get a hundred ... kinda ... Look on the mattress was weapons Should I light carry? The machete got me crave like a cannibal Clothes ripped up, runnin' wild like a animal Through the dark cuts of my area Koop would gave 'em nightmare But Crunchy Black more scarier, I bury ya b**hes alive, I'm droppin dirt in yo face (The Triple Six gotta kinda blast you b**hes Yo murders no trace, I blaze) k**er with grenade (Tightly grip them Tec's Remove your head from your neck and then) The hogs will (?) likely every time (la-la) Murder on my mind b**h [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] Thinkin' of how to k** a trick Cause murder, b**h, is on my mind Call my n***a Paul, he scoop me up He got the plastic nine Ready to blast a b**h that be like Slippin' and trippin' and talkin' that sh** Talkin' the sh** about what they gon' do But don't do it, you scary b**h I'm tired of all you (?) busta ... Glock 19 ... Gangsta Boo (?) You b**hes, you snitches I rob you for your riches Don't think cause I'm a female it can't go down Cause I ain't slick b**h Thre Triple 6 Mafia comin' too hard On you busta a** b**hes and got you mad Got you mad but got me glad I'm bumpin' so hard on yo monkey a** A gangsta type that's scandalous That b**h that do like (?) sh** sh** that get yo a** in trouble sh** that get yo wig split None of you n***as that wanna be k**ers Ain't even made a f**ing stang ... So you can give all of yo credits mane On my mind is murder Time to serve up me a phonky trick Evil thoughts is in my head Come on, it's time to k** a b**h