Franc Friday - Murder He Wrote lyrics

Reporting from the 7 and 5 You are now f**ing with the hottest n***a alive Oh you comin' for mine? I swear to GOD that's a suicide Must be out your mind or not know I'm out of mine What the f**, n***a? Razor tongue, quickly I cut n***as My foot get on that neck they screaming I had enough, n***a Trust me, the team, you don't want it with us I'll reduce y'all to ashes, dust to dust Y'all n***as talking too much My n***as prone to get buck You speak the wrong you'll get touched I know some n***as that bust And i'm 7 so you know that I'll kick in the clutch So don't find your a** on the wrong side of the pump Blagh! The second coming of this rap sh** Y'all ba*tards spit blasphemy Practically, i'm raising n***as While they f**ing attacking me What the f** y'all a**es thinking You'll beat me with all that whack sh** Actually, you a**holes, you need to get you some practice Actually, you lacking the star sh** to be spectacular So hang it up, you actors, i'm teaching that master cla** sh** Surpa**ing everybody You mad but could never stop They calling coppers on me My verses committing hommies Blagh! Murda! Murda! Gunshot from de microphone Bad man present, here Fiyah pon de p**yhole Ya dunno me But you could get know me No dougie here but you ain't f**ing with me homie Somebody once told me The top it was rather lonely But I ain't missing no one So f** it, y'all cats could blow me I ain't even tripping, you ba*tards are far below me My name it isn't jay but I'm speaking them facts only Friday I've been bossing Been leaving n***as in coffins You ba*tards is all my progeny Should've had an abortion I got Ownership of everything Yall not getting a portion This take over it is hostile Call my verses extortion This is lyrical arson My f**ing cadence is caustic My flow is too bloody awesome Yall better proceed with caution Cause Losing never an option I'm getting guap with a lot of thots Any beat I bless I bet that records getting spun a lot Mollywhopping n***as Snatching sneakers in the parking lot My records burning houses down When they hit the speaker box And satan he don't f** with me He said that I'm too freakin hot And then I wet the n***a up Somebody better grab a mop k**ing mostly everyone that's why I don't do features yo Swear to god noggas got me on my bully yo Like the Phoenix far as heaters go By the way, snatched that crown about a week agooooooo!