Murder Ya Life (Remix)

(アルバム： Street Villains, Vol. 2 - 2005)

Stab in your face with a butcher knife that's really long
I'll make you feel this song when I beat you down to it
I don't care if I appear wrong kid, I'll do it
I represent the death rap
Get your head cracked open till we stare at your brain
I don't care if you think I'm insane
'Cause I take respect this serious
So if you disrespect, you're an idiot
Stick an ice pick in your neck till you bleed like a period
Hear me, kid
Fear me, kid
And if you don't, you will when I put fear in you, bitch
Bring it to you violently
Silently walk up to you
You have no idea it's me rocking a mask
Popping you fast with a Glock with a silencer
When you die, ya'll see
Necro the sicko
Let go off my jacket, you faggot
Let death flow
Die like a man if you can, but you can't so you won't
'Cause you're a male ho
Yo, I run this shit
Put guns to your tits
Blast milk all over your cereal
Run your shit, your clothes, your shoes
And if you refuse, get your ass killed all over material
Brutal, sadistic, the only way to rip shit
I'mma stay cryptic till the end of time
The only day you'll be doper than me with a rhyme
Is when I quit dip-shit
It'll never go down like that
I'll still be around
From the ground I'll rap as a corpse with a verse
That's striving to tell all demons on Earth
How to survive in hell

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (Murder ya life)
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (Murder ya life)

Chopping you up, you fags
And dropping you in a garbage bag off of a bridge
Had every ligament frozen in a fridge
We''re keeping it fresh and it's all for the kids
Beat you to death
Stomping your grill with combat boots
You fag get fucked, get murdered militantly to the best of my ability
I'mma stay grotesque
No rest for the wicked
Circle of Tyrants
Circulation of the virus
A perverted nation of violence
I converted pagans to commit my sins
I'mma choke you with the pen I write with
Get ready for the insertion
Excursion through your jugular
Poisoning your blood
You were a dead virgin
Now you got fucked
For the first time in you life you're dead
How you like it?
Can't come back ever again
You better get used to it and make the devil your friend
Psycho-logical where it's logical to be a psycho
Astronomical with a rifle blasting at you if your ass is comical

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (Murder ya life)
Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (Murder ya life)