Murs - Rick Grimes Is Dead lyrics

[Intro: Noa James] So I used to be a security, right, at this Travel America We found a dead body in the, in the truck It was a prostitute in the back I had to get her out right? But when I was trying to get her out She telling me she was gonna' spit on me I'm like 'Why is she telling me this sh**?' People are telling me she got HIV I'm like 'She trying to get me HIV?' I'm like 'Why, why she trying to give me HIV? Don't spit on me' [Verse 1: MURS] Brains on the sidewalk homicide Nothing but that yellow tape, white chalk It's my fault, I'm a motherf**ing psychopath In my defense though, I never really liked his a** He tried to smash on me, touching on my chain bro Put his hands on me so I handed him his halo Halo, ayo, halo, he thought it was a game bro Midtown, Master Chief, city of the angels [Hook: MURS] I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff and the motherf**ing deputy I shot the sheriff, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff, sheriff, sheriff, sheriff, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff and the motherf**ing deputy Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock Ain't nobody ever k**ed a zombie with a body shot Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock Ain't nobody ever k**ed a zombie with a body shot Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock Ain't nobody ever k**ed a zombie with a body shot Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock Ain't nobody ever k**ed a zombie with a body shot [Verse 2: MURS] I brought pay dues back b**h They never thought they see an indie n***a that rich So they hated on me, but now I'm back again I swear to God, let's pray they never be that whack again We 'bout to pack it in, we might could sell it Budweiser let the city kick the Devil out What they was yellin' out, that ain't no pay dues The city love me 'cause they know that I'm a stay true You n***as bit my sh**, they tried to copy on me Seen the headliner and the fly sh**, it's sloppy homie Got the little homies actin' like they don't know me I put em on but they still ain't paid me what they owe me It's time to collect, the time for conversation pa**ed I pulled up and pulled out and started talkin' fast Thought he was bulletproof just because he got some cash It was either shoot em or salute em so I shot his a** [Hook:MURS] I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff and the motherf**ing deputy I shot the sheriff, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff, sheriff, sheriff, sheriff, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff I shot the sheriff and the motherf**ing deputy Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock Ain't nobody ever k**ed a zombie with a body shot Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock Ain't nobody ever k**ed a zombie with a body shot Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock Ain't nobody ever k**ed a zombie with a body shot Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock Ain't nobody ever k**ed a zombie with a body shot