paroles de chanson Murderer - Styles of Beyond
Yeah,
I
keep
the
head
for
the
trophy
You're
newly
wed
steppin'
to
the
legend
of
Goldy
Never
let
it
control
me
My
etiquette
slowly
Slips
through
your
defense
while
I'm
checkin'
the
goalie
Wow
Meet
the
Ice
Man
Face
mask
simbilan
driftin'
Nice
gems,
an
extraordinary
gentleman
Sweep
the
villa
with
petite
guerrillas
Blades
on
my
heels
slicin'
like
Ichi
The
Killer
I've
got
'em
on
now
Spit
on
my
lime
and
then
toast
and
tough
Rhythm
and
rhyme
associates
Aww,
humble
a
band,
watch
Get
socked
with
either
hand
Tak,
and
we
don't
knock
in
a
CD
of
Sedans
So
feel
it
You
know
the
streets
is
with
it
Never
reach
the
limit
I
keep
kickin'
through
your
weak
position
I
plant
a
bomb
in
the
Pentagon
Masses
lovin'
it
Count
down
for
the
Demigodz
Blast
the
mothership
Yeah
A
new
species
Your
crew's
feces
You
better
get
it
right
before
I
have
to
use
these
things
(Gun
cock)
(BLAM!)
And
I
ain't
messin'
around
The
L.A.
crown
is
mine
now
Reppin'
for
Styles
c'mon
Murderer
Stop
frontin'
cause
you
know
you
ain't
a
Murderer
Act
willie
but
you
really
ain't
a
Murderer
Every
city
every
town
on
the
drilly
we
get
down
Kinda
gritty
so
they
holler
out
The
animal
Letigera
Cheetah
cause
I
eat
'em
up
Fuck
off
Tequila
punk
You
see
the
Margarita
cup?
Face
covered
in
blood
Say
somethin'
what's
up
I
got
a
pump
with
a
full
paint
bucket
of
slugs
One,
two,
three
and
to
the
fo'
Dead
broke
and
drunk,
we
snuck
up
in
the
show
Security's
a
punk
so
we
punched
him
in
the
nose
Like
we
don't
give
a
fuck
Cause
we're
from
the
west
coast
I
pray
for
my
enemies
sake
we
shake
hands
Cause
I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
lose
but
eight
fans
You
got
a
few
bruises,
bumps
and
breaks
man
I
hit
him
with
a
club
like
Captain
Cave
Man!
Who
wanna
get
up
in
some
shit
with
Chan?
Get
your
whole
body
sprayed
like
Mystic
Tan
I'm
Saturday
Night
Liver
than
a
Chris
Kattan
On
the
mic
cause
you'll
never
make
the
witness
stand
Cause
I'm
a
Straight
outta
mosh
pit
Crazy
motherfucker
named
Celph
Titled
Spittin'
evil
recitals
right
out
of
Hell's
Bible
Wack
album
on
the
rack,
they
coppin'
that
trash
So
I'm
aimin'
for
the
bull's
eye
I
target
shopping
bags
It'll
cost
some
cash
for
y'all
to
get
outta
this
beef
I
heard
you
can't
fight
without
readin'
a
tip
sheet
No
You
won't
get
a
deal
with
Def
Jam
The
only
way
you
gettin'
signed
is
makin'
music
for
a
deaf
man
Yes
man
Demigodz,
thuggin'
the
movement
At
your
photo
shoot
Leave
your
crew
covered
in
bruises
Better
get
you
some
make
up
to
cover
them
bruises
You
don't
wanna
be
on
your
album
cover
covered
with
bruises
You
beats
is
mad
wack
Where
the
fuck
you
came
from?
Makin'
tracks
usin'
the
same
drums
as
Wang
Chung
My
whole
crew
is
insane
son
Real
hip
hop
gangsters
We'll
drive
by
and
tag
graffiti
with
paint
guns
We'll
launch
missiles
that'll
rip
through
your
frame
And
cause
the
FBI
to
form
a
search
party
for
your
fuckin'
brains
Stop
frontin'
bro-ham
Or
I'll
stick
a
carrot
in
your
nose
like
motherfuckin'
snowman
1 They Don't Know
2 Here We Go
3 Hard
4 Sugar Honey Iced Tea
5 Take That
6 Take That
7 Call My Name
8 Bumble Bee (skit)
9 The Pirate Song
10 The Pirate Song
11 Damn
12 Dumb It Down
13 Howdy Doody
14 Live From Ibiza (skit)
15 You Love Us
16 Shut Everything Down
17 Dunky Fividends
18 Second to None
19 Second to None
20 The Valley (skit)
21 Gats N Party Hats
22 Hard - Remix
23 It's Us
24 Hey You
25 Hey You
26 You Cannot Fuck With This
27 Here We Come
28 World Famous
29 Bring It Back
30 Murderer
31 Live at the BBQ
32 The Story Begins
33 Bangin' S.O.B.
34 Kill'em in the Face
35 Get Involved
36 Journey
37 Savin' L.A.
38 Radio Clash
39 Kick Me Out
40 Chill Pill
41 Godz in the Front
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