Crooked I - Murdered lyrics

Extra extra! Read all about it! Extra extra! Read all about it! Extra extra! Read all about it! s**er stepped up and got murdered [Verse 1: Ill Bill] The architect before the hour begins I bring storm to your valley of d**h Without fear with my pistol up to your head Your life is an illusion, a mirage, and a perversion Of God, orgies and morbid sorcery shall arise From the Judas Priest, the altar of madness Join us at the darkest Sabbath Pick hollowtips, harvest Magnums My crops is Glocks, farmer tan's tropical My arms are black metal with threaded barrels and chopper screws Electric skull up in the wall of voodoo Felt like clips based all upon call of ktulu A real dude AKA Bill Duke, I k** crews Big goons homie shoot up the casket, we fill tombs Make sh** move, twist truth, never will lose Pull out the big Uz, let the clips cruise Every word I speak causes explosions I torture soldiers, hearts frozen AR-15s and roses, stiffening decomposing You got murdered [Chorus x 2] [Verse 2: Crooked I] Yo thirty-nine ounce pistol rosewood handle Five heads thrown to the barrels spitting new ammo If it's over my money that'll make a dude scramble I'm dough, cheese, and bread, I'm the f**ing food channel Putting two through your flannel, man I murderlize you My Tech ex your clan like the grand verbalizer You piss in the wind, my pistol will circumcise you While I'm talking more sh** than people selling fertilizer For you to be on a higher level than Crooked I You'd have to hire a pilot to write your rhymes in the sky Then tell the pilot to crash the plane, burn, and fry Now even he's like me cause I'm fly till I die C-O-B yeah who got a problem with me? Your eyes are skinny as the body of Whitney To survive when I'm popping semis I'm dropping any, God forgive me Now Long Beach is Gotham City [Chorus x 2] [DJ Eclipse Scratching]