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Jarren Benton

I Might Be Wrong (Murder Everything) (Remix)

 

I Might Be Wrong (Murder Everything) (Remix)


Uh, murder everything
Uh, Ya
Pouring liquor for my niggas that's buried in cemeteries
Give em roses while they're living cause this shit is temporary
God be the glory, it's murder shit, it get gory
Jason Voorhees with a stick in a 40, dick in your shorty (Brrt)
Death before dishonor no snitching stick to the story
Shoot the Draco out the spaceship doors Rick and Morty
ATLien get this paper like I'm a ATM
I'm 730, a half hour until it's 8pm (Ha)
I eat everything bitch I'm a glutton
Drum on the Ruger the gun go play the percussion (Brrt)
The Bully, niggas must suffer the repercussions
Best flea when a creature summon
Or bleed when the reaper touch him, uh (Ha)
Flip the budget got dope in the kitchen cupboards
Love money like fat whores love chicken McNuggets
I work out my triceps by strangling guys necks
Walk through hell without a scuff, you wouldn't survive that (Survive that)
My fire arsenal need a fire Marshall
I put meat inside your bitches grill
And I didn't need to go buy the charcoal (Ha)
Get rid of haters get your weight up and go get this paper (Paper nigga)
These rappers are sweet they share their bitches makeup (Ew)
Lil Nas X, off of old town road
Coke inside the Pyrex, I'm a virus, Billy Ray Cyrus
My advise is, before he die look him right inside the iris (Uh)
Bodies lay lifeless anyway the dice flip
I'ma go hard bitch, I use to work the night shift (Ha)
If it's beef my niggas eat up the cattle
Burn up tabernacles and tear the wings off a Pterodactyl (Brrt)
I play the wall like spackle, calm as a statue
Take the clip out the 40 and use the barrel to smack you (Uh)
Hit the pussy from the back in some designer slippers (Ooh)
She let me cut but couldn't find the scissors (Uh-uh)
I like my hoes in 2's so go and find your sister (Where she at bitch)
Niggas turn to tough guys soon as they sign in Twitter
Now you feeling bitter since I signed with Jigga
Still a fucking Skitzo I pull up just to remind you niggas (Ha)

Murder everything, murder everything (Everything)
Murder everything, murder everything (Murder everything)
Murder everything, murder everything (Ooh)
Nothing shall remain, murder everything (Brrt)
Murder everything, murder everything (Everything)
Murder everything, murder everything (Ooh)
Murder everything, murder everything
Nothing shall remain, kill em all, murder everything (Brrt)

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