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Ramirez

Murdered Out Vehicles

 

Murdered Out Vehicles

(album: The Tragedy Of A Clown - 2020)


Jumping out the murda '64, this the motherfucking reaper
Here to claim your life, it's the soulless crypt keeper
Come follow me in darkness, I will wash away your sins
Leave you hanging from the gallows, witness Judgement Day begin
Hollow tips right to your cranium, I'm busting out your dome
Shove my barrel down your mouth, have a taste of my lil' chrome
Empty out the fucking clip, I'm always gripping on my tone
Bitch, lie down, straight to your knees, in front of me, you must atone
Stand alone amongst the thunder when the rain is gon' pour
Staring at the bitch, come test your fate, and bitch, you will lose your soul
These 7.62s will take your life and have you breathing no more
Your lifeless corpse all grey and stiff, now you just swing from the rope (Woah)

I'm out the bucket, big ruckus, I'll scalp you with no discussion
The savage hang out the window, I'll jack it backwards and thump it
Gorilla running and gunning, these bullets will come down dumping
The red dot scoping out my victim, body bags will be stuffing (Ayy)
Fuck the law, it's an easy job to kill and rob
Where is your God? Hit you in your chest, leave you to rot
Watch who you cross, demons coming out to hunt your thoughts
Bodies will drop for fucking with the serpent spawn
Puppet master pulling strings behind the curtain
Coming through my pit and it's your destiny, fulfill your purpose
Stand amongst the flames rise from the smoke, I'm in for burning churches
Fall at my feet and bow your head, 'cause I'm the one you worship

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