L'Orange - Murder Scene lyrics

[Verse 1] Take em' back to the murder scene it hurts to be the the person who verses me I'm version 3 inversion the opposite to all that spit with curses I'm gifted b**h the sickest kid to blurt and Spurt words with a rhyme and flair Giving your verse a giant scare Cause ain't nobody been thrilled or beat been k**ed mother f**er till I am there I'm the main n***a like a lions hair Quiet rare savage smiting their trash while they're writing their raps b**h I wake up and I jog on suns Fight Bruce lee and the law on once Im 2 too i should draw on funds talking bout Gucci Sponsors all my One's WHOOOOO my god I'm too flame Been seen with Element in my element f**ing sending em' butane Chemical effect like usain...bolt n***a I'm bound To not get hyped up when I whoop yo a** f** boy it's a compound [Verse 2] I'm crowned a god in my craft as you can see but frowned upon in the rap community cause musically I'm a nuisance beast and a recluse Cause fame is a stupid thing and Usually you and me We ain't getting A-long So you'll always be negative When you f** with A-Non Hey y'all do you get that? That sh** was a grammar line Non is like too negative like the west is to Anaheim My battle cry is like Zeus's trumpet I used to punt kick You stupid punk kids but now i just get loose and bump sh** like who'd a thunk it you losing something Your will to live my verse what i k**ed To give cause i got ms miller and the murderer too and the guy who died in the ill abyss Of my words i don't give a f** hoping to crush every Ho n***a bruh go to the store grab you a can of whoop a** and make me open it up