Horseshoe Gang - Musical Murda Lyrics

Lyrics Musical Murda - Horseshoe Gang



This is musical murda, this is beautiful murda
Use this music to murda, just murder, m-murda
Niggas itchin' to murda, m-murda, m-murda
Blaow blaow, m-murda, blaow blaow, m-murda
I verbally murder a track, I got a way with words
My words is murder, nigga I got away with words
Fuck a rap pattern,
My rap is patterned right after famous murder cases
In a certain way that the murders they occured
Explosive y'all know K is propane, y'all know K is cocain
It's cash squeezing on the fifth
Athlete on the bench, I ain't playin' no games
Jackin' niggas for their Rollies, that's how I'm takin' time
I put money on your head, that's how I'll change your mind
I feast on MCs I'm munchin', a heathen this beast and glutton
Sink in my teeth in the beat, a creature who eat percussions
Finna be some repercussions,
Fuckin' with the Reaper cuttin' your throat
You'll meet Death, then you're meeting his evil cousin
Call us the Reaper nigga, we death in the hood
Definitely murder your set, when weaponry F you for good
Step into me, wantin' a test, I wish that you niggas could
Listen I pray on you stiffs, I'm wishing you niggas would
My clique is the real deal, yeah this is a real thrill
It's like I'm accident prone always, trippin' and I will spill
Enemy's brains, simple and plain, with my fist man I'm real skilled
Five point palm,
Exploding heart technique, that shit that could Kill Bill
Murda, murda, murda, murda, who will I massacre next?
I'll let my strap sing, that can be the soundtrack to your death
I'm as bright as the awesomest shine,
Even though I'm a little off in the mind
I'll X some motherfucker's bars out,
Now that's really what I call crossin' the line
This is musical murda, this is beautiful murda
Use this music to murda, just murder, m-murda
Niggas itchin' to murda, m-murda, m-murda
Blaow blaow, m-murda, blaow blaow, m-murda
This is musical murda, this is beautiful murda
Use this music to murda, just murder, m-murda
Niggas itchin' to murda, m-murda, m-murda
Blaow blaow, m-murda, blaow blaow, m-murda
This is that cremate your posse shit,
That behavin' opposite of common shit
L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H that monster shit
That P89 will spit, pop a clip, nigga when the foe spark
Give a nigga more??? on some????????????
I've got a murder rap, nigga don't misinterpret that
That mean my rap sheet is writtens,
When I'm spittin' every word is BLAW
I've got bodies on my flow so call me a dirty mat
Killin' you with his words, you heard of a????????
Watch it like a sitcom, bitch niggas y'all actin'
Tell them niggas sit calm, show's over when I start clappin'
I'm spittin' this effortless bitch, my writtens is excellent
This is ill sick, real shit, genuine excrement
White chalk in the fuckin' ground, we drawin' down around you
Rawer than a law with loud when you
Stompin' you out in the house shoes
Now I'm laying down the law like officer down
I take charge like a guard takes an offensive foul
Look niggas I ain't fuckin' with you, I'm a problem, fuck an issue
To touch paper I grab my magazine, go fuck an issue
Y'all sweeter than pumpernickel, sucka niggas my pump'll hit you
I wish your moms good morning, let your mother miss you
My pistol got an ivory handle, consider this my piano
It's so musical, spittin' melodic ammo
The rhythm'll leave you stiff I call this shit rhythm-mortis
Musical murda, nigga listen to the killer chorus
This is musical murda, this is beautiful murda
Use this music to murda, just murder, m-murda
Niggas itchin' to murda, m-murda, m-murda
Blaow blaow, m-murda, blaow blaow, m-murda
This is musical murda, this is beautiful murda
Use this music to murda, just murder, m-murda
Niggas itchin' to murda, m-murda, m-murda
Blaow blaow, m-murda, blaow blaow, m-murda



Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Keith Richard Wickliffe, Demetrius Antron Wickliffe, Lovewin Julius Wickliffe, Andrew Wheat


Horseshoe Gang - Firing Squad
Album Firing Squad
date of release
29-03-2011




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