[ 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