Lyrics Murder-Death-Kill - 7L & Esoteric
Eso,
what
up
son?
you
know
how
the
fuck
we
do,
Motherfuckin
Demigods
Motherfuckin
Army
of
the
Pharoahs
It's
murder
death
kill
playboy,
ainno
saftey's
on
These
microphones,
ainno
motherfuckin
silencers
for
this
shit
Cause
when
we
hold
'em...
We
let
this
shit
go
off
right
in
they're
fuckin
face
(let
'em
know)
I'm
always
gettin
a
suntan
on
my
gun
Hand
cuz
I
keep
the
burner
out
Ready
to
blaze
scorchin
lead
at
your
fam
So
when
I
give
you
a
pound,
it's
really
4
Cuz
a
45.
defies
gravity,
liftin
you
off
of
the
floor
Pick
out
your
coffin
decor
maybe
some
marble
and
gold
And
hope
they
write
some
nice
words
when
they
carvin
your
stone
"Here
lies
a
noble
man
who
got
brave
stuck
out
his
chest
bone"
Beef
with
Celph
Titled
now
this
grave
is
what
he
calls
home
Get
your
gaul
stone
put
in
a
jar
in
a
lab
Even
the
coroner
got
sick
and
had
to
barf
in
a
bag
Your
boyfriend
said
you
was
a
marvelous
fag
And
in
drag
thought
you
was
God
like
the
carpenters
dad
You
said
I
wasn't
rippin
shit
properly?
The
magnitude
of
my
gangsta
is
a
motherfuckin
scientific
anomoly
With
a
strange
collection
of
weapons
I
got
a
good
assortment
Come
close
and
ima
cut
you
with
a
mercedes
hood
ornament
Yo,
you
talkin
loud
homeboy
we
never
heard
of
you
Put
your
little
record
out,
nobody
never
heard
of
you
Went
to
your
city,
and
they
said
they
never
heard
of
you
So
we
usin
motherfuckin
bars
of
death
to
murder
you
It's
murder
death
kill
Or
it's
kill
death
murder
Celph
push
they
wig
back
ES
push
it
back
further
You
comin
out
your
face?
We
handle
beef
to
the
bone
marrow
No
matter
if
it's
demi
gods
Or
army
of
the
pharoahs
We
beheadin
your
heroes
steady&ready
for
eddie
guerro
Theoretically
your
chance
of
deadin
me
zero
Give
up
your
petty
dinero.?
We
medically
and
poetically
my
machete
is
ready
Me
men
don't
need
to
coast
the
homie
shows
keep
the
gat
close
? Shove
it
down
your
throat,
Make
you
bite
the
iron
man
like
you
jackals
Bars
of
death
connected
like
money
fresh
off
the
press
An
old
carcass
left
in
the
fetal
position
no
people
listen
Record
spinnin
but
the
needle
is
skippin
I
never
needed
permission
in
sayin
I
don't
believe
in
religion
I
believe
in
peepin
a
lethal
evil
tradition
I
believe
in
merkin
enemies
with
precision
feedin
the
fish?
G's
in
my
vision
Your
styles
infintile
seek
out
a
pediatrician
It
be
another
emcee
missin
on
the
evenin
edition
Yo,
you
talkin
loud
homeboy
we
never
heard
of
you
Put
your
little
record
out,
nobody
never
heard
of
you
Went
to
your
city,
and
they
said
they
never
heard
of
you
So
we
usin
motherfuckin
bars
of
death
to
murder
you
It's
murder
death
kill
Or
it's
kill
death
murder
Celph
push
they
wig
back
ES
push
it
back
further
You
comin
out
your
face?
We
handle
beef
to
the
bone
marrow
No
matter
if
it's
demi
gods
Or
army
of
the
pharoahs
Yea,
DC,
with
the
sinister
track.
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