MadChild - Murderer lyrics

[Intro] "Madchild, Swollen Members, Battleaxe" [Verse 1] I'm known for being late, famous for being a f** up Kids around me little backstabbers bunch of s** ups They want a piece of my pie but I ain't sharing any Do I look like I'm wearing a bunch of gold ? b**h I ain't wearing any When it comes to write songs, bars very scary Beats bang f**in' hard, sauce Peri Peri I get up inside these bars like I'm a partition Archaic god's with me like the archbishop Make you say "Holy sh** it's a hard mission" Everybody's turnt up, rapper with a dark vision Nobody gave a flying f** but now they're starting to listen Ice in my veins, I'm a sergeant with a heart condition Marching through the marsh, got an army that is riding Exactly where we're going b**h I haven't quite decided Everything I need they told me "God - he will provide it" Great I'm hoping one day he puts a Bentley in my driveway [Hook] The devil's got Bugattis for sale Benz truck, Porsche, Maseratis as well b**hes by the boatload, filling up your coke nose Hope we don't end all up in the bottom of hell The devil's got Bugattis for sale Glock 9s, AKs, shotties as well Bulletproof vest, cover bodies up well Don't get shot, end up in the bottom of hell [Verse 2: MadChild] Yo, wake up in the middle afternoon like "Why bother?" I should get down on my knees pray to my father Million rappers nowadays, they should try harder Little f**in' insects, I'm a flyswatter Your little kids think they're hot, homie I'm hotter Future masked marauder, laughing while I rap and slaughter Crushing, busting caps stomp you like a [?] [?] cats are full [?] on these cluster tracks I'm disgusting, trust me, don't lack luster Terminology ten years ago was wack buster 2014, aggressive track crusher Fack flusher, bunch of liars so their acts suffer Open up your mouth, facef** you with an apron on f** you on the kitchen counter, have ya like a Saint Bernard Sick sapien, I rip sh**, I'm way beyond Anybody on your label, put 'em back where they belong [Hook] The devil's got Bugattis for sale Benz truck, Porsche, Maseratis as well b**hes by the boatload, filling up your coke nose Hope we don't end all up in the bottom of hell "Madchild, holy sh**, bars very scary, rapper with a dark vision Swollen Members, now they startin' listen, Battleaxe, Madchild" [Verse 3: MadChild] Black ski mask, sawed off shotties with shells We got blue nose Pit bulls and Rotties as well Tattoos, handguns, mouth full of gold teeth Drug binge a whole week, up I got no sleep Back when I was younger man, we used to roll so deep p**y I was knee deep, p**y I'm still knee deep Cash that, three feet, life is f**in' so sweet Two tone Rolly, big heart, never cold feet Cribs, seven bedrooms Swimming pools and my girls were bi girls Two at a time and then say "Bye girls!" Moving forty packs of piff ? That was my world Going platinum buying gifts ? That was my world Then I almost f**in' slipped saying "Bye world!" Didn't dip, I'm back and it's a trip saying "Hi world!" Now I'm getting a second chance I ain't gonna blow it Pray to god and give thanks, man you f**in' know it [Hook] The devil's got Bugattis for sale Benz truck, Porsche, Maseratis as well b**hes by the boatload, filling up your coke nose Hope we don't end all up in the bottom of hell The devil's got Bugattis for sale Glock 9s, AKs, shotties as well Bulletproof vest, cover bodies up well Don't get shot, end up in the bottom of hell "Madchild, holy sh**, bars very scary, rapper with a dark vision Swollen Members, now they startin' listen, Battleaxe, Madchild"