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Jarren Benton

Murder Everything

 

Murder Everything


Uh, yeah
Pouring liquor for my niggas that's buried in cemeteries
Give 'em roses while they living 'cause this shit is temporary
God be the glorious, murder shit, it get gory
Jason Voorhees with a stick and a .40, dick in your shorty
Dead before this honor, no snitches, stick to the story
Shoot the Draco out the spaceship doors, Ricky and Morty
AT-Alien, get this paper like I'm an ATM
I'm seven-thirty, a half hour until it's 8PM
I eat everything, bitch, I'm a glutton
Drama on [?] play the percussion
The bully, niggas must suffer the repercussion
Best flee when the creature summons
And bleed when the Reaper touch 'em, ugh
Flip the budget, got dope in the kitchen cupboard
Love money like fat whores love chicken McNuggets
I work out my triceps by strangling guys' necks
Walk through Hell without a scarf, you wouldn't survive that
My fire arsenal need a Fire Marshal
I put meat inside your bitches grill and I didn't need to go buy the charcoal
Get rid of haters, get your weight up and go get this paper
These rappers are sweet, they share their bitches' makeup
Ugh, Lil Nas X off of Old Town Road, coke inside the pirates
I'm a virus, Billy Rae Cyrus, my advice is
Before he die, look him right inside the iris
Bodies lay lifeless, any way the dice flip
I'ma go hard, bitch, I used to work the night shift
If it's beef, my niggas eat up the cattle
Burn up Tabernacles and tear the wings of off Pterodactyls
I play the wall like Spackle, calm as a statue
Take the clip out the .40 and use the barrel to smack you
Hit the pussy from the back in some designer slippers
She let me cut but couldn't find the scissors
I like my hoes in twos so go and find your sister
Niggas turn to tough guys soon as they sign in Twitter
Now you feeling bitter since I signed with Jigga
Still a fucking schizo, I pull up just to remind you niggas

Murder everything, murder everything
Murder everything, murder everything
Murder everything, murder everything
Nothing shall remain, murder everything
Murder everything, murder everything
Murder everything, murder everything
Murder everything, murder everything
Nothing shall remain, kill 'em all, murder everything

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