-
Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed,
from the human body with a sharp enough weapon.
the brain remains conscious for ten seconds.
Long enough for me to give you one last message,
And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it.
It's ********' murder, there is no one to trust,
I make ya' head bang so hard people thinkin' ya' nuts.
I'll murder you Southpaw, like Muhammad with his fist in his prime, I'm deadly. My roundhouse kick is like a concrete brick, I'm bombing on you cowards like it's world war three.
It's ********' murder, there is no one to trust,
I make ya' head bang so hard people thinkin' ya' nuts.
Trust me when I beg you to trust no one, there is no escape, it's ********' murder, and we comin' to ya' place. I hit you harder than an avil, moving up in this world, while you're at a stand still. No doubt, don't speak, when I flex my technique.
It's ********' murder, there is no one to trust,
I make ya' head bang so hard people thinkin' ya' nuts.
I heard you'd like to test me, guess who gets they fist up.
My stampede is smashin' ya, I'll get to crackin' necks on the set,
It's ********' murder with a bullet in ya' vest.
It's ********' murder, there is no one to trust,
I make ya' head bang so hard people thinkin' ya' nuts.
I'm the most evil, you fatter than someone whose addicted to Fritos'.
I get my point across like a needle, if you'd like to speak my language, you'd best be bi-lingual. I commit murder on ya' minstrel...
- by Northern Logic |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/04/2011 |
- Skip
- Title: It's Murder
- Artist: Northern Logic
- Description: Murder murder.
- Date: 05/04/2011
- Tags: murder poem northern logic
- Report Post
User doesn't allow others to put comments on this work. ...