Yukmouth - Murder lyrics

[HOOK: Fed-X & Dru Down] Ok It's, Murder! Wid three holes in a beenie hat pulled down over my face And I got some guns on my waist It's, Murder! I come wid a goon squad mob that'll hit and pop Knock you off ya feet and outta ya socks Ok It's, Murder! Now tell me have you ever heard or seen A n***a that get his back split and do some back flips It's, Murder! I come wid them two-two twenty-fives them thiry-two thirty eights Forty-four forty-fives and then them nines [Verse 1: Yukmouth] I'm a motherf**in' mobsta, n***a I don't pop my collar I'm in fatigues jumpin' outta trees like wild koalas In a choppah, poppin' the pasta, movin' that rocka Choppin' the block up in a topless Boxer boy Heavy drama I'll machete ya momma And when it's beef the K eat n***as like Jeffrey Dahmer Hannibal Lector animal dismantle ya sector After all hoe protectors pipes bust under pressure b*tch! I'm on the block wid my CB scanner If ya snitch ya get a one way trip to see D Banner See me deep in Atlanta wid a sleazy bammer Where Lil Flip and Banner still squeeze the hammer When I air out the space it's hard to breathe like asthma Head in the backseat DVDs and plasma Man I ride spinners y'all ride on adapters Man you know it's murder when I ride on a rapper [HOOK] [Verse 2: Fed-X] Okay it's murder haven't you ever heard of the emperor The beast the man in black is looking for the chief If I'm a monster call NASA eat guns wid plasma Tryna knock off the space dude turn me into space food I pack a space guage that send you to the space age Murder d**h k** a serial racker and steel Black van no license plate Homicide on a white man God writes the fate I pause and hit the gate I'm the guy to let him die The knife to his throat it's called Colombian neck tie We hold him hostage no wheelchairs baby The Don the kidnapper and I make ya family pay me [HOOK]