Twisted Insane - Murda Klan | Текст песни

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(Get murdered)
Somebody gonna die tonight, it's the murda klan

(Hook)
(My enemies get murdered and disposed of)
Somebody gonna die tonight, it's the murda klan
(x4)

[Verse 1: Renizance]
They know what I be about
When I get through, the more of them gon' drop
Ain't nobody finna get away from them shots
When I come through with the damn murder block
Niggas ain't thinking they gon' get caught
Til I run up on em in they own block
Finna put the millimeter to they knot
Let it rain on em, watch them drop
Stickin em up
Them niggas better get ready to meet they fucking maker
Because I'mma ??display?? em, I'mma take em to a fucking place
My niggas you know waiting and making a fucking mistake, taking they name on a plate
They ain't afraid of murder, mane
Fucking em all down
Sticking ?? route
Niggas are ?? bound
Still in the background
Frantic burn em out, all black off Waco compound
They don't really want it then them niggas better calm down
Everybody oughta know better than to be
Underestimating us
If they really wanna play with us, bang with us
I can see to it ever wanna get mad at us
Pistol packing the mag in a minute match
For the clap, finna put the mac in your abdomen
And if they that niggas ain't mad cause you masculine
Niggas gon get ripped up, ran in an ambulance

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Filling them all up with the venom
Cracking they backs up on the ceiling
?? impeccable ?? villain
Coming to patch you when I'm killing
I will lay you in the cemetery
Sapping up berries
Hoping he not scary
Cause you was definitely ready for the killer
And I'm
Coming with mask and the can of gas
Someone started running hella fast so I lit the match
Everybody looking at me bad cause I had to blast
They don't know what be on me so I really got it bad
Slurping em all up when I smash
Homie, you don't really wanna go head up with the killer
Pistol whip em, I hit em on the side of the melon
They mellow whenever they wanna get run up and get hit with the four rello
Chopping bodies to pieces and feed em to my gorilla
No where to sack you in that bitch, we gon' take you into the room
You ain't doing it for money, it sounded funny
But we just wanna see how much motherfucking meat you can consume
Dragging his body to his doom
Fill up a murderer with 40 ounces of liquid sick
And I don't give a fuck about nobody who assist
Imma hit with venom, now isn't that about a bitch?
They got me running from the man
Hopping the fence, doing the damage that I can
You get beat up, we chopping feet up
For niggas that decision ??
You ain't ready for the

(Hook)
(My enemies get murdered and disposed of)
Somebody gonna die tonight, it's the murda klan
(x4)

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