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Murder The Nation Lyrics - Singles - Bio Killaz

Murderation control of the mind 

Situation death you'll find 

Left you behind when I kick my flow 

So I'm 'bout to bring it back like you don't even know 

'Bout to bring it back so hold your breathe 

Your crew ain't shit, bullet to your chest 

Left to ya left, look to ya right 

Drop to tha ground, bitch nighty night 

Sniper on the roof, one clean shot 

Out with the quickness got no proof 

There I am in the dark alleyway 

Up on the fire 'scape time to pay 

No words to say when I let the bullets spray 

Can't stop me, ain't no way 

Work for the government, do it for the pay 

Murda Fo Free, night or day 

All at random, victim I choose 

I'm the bar-beast that made my move 

All my pain is what I gotta prove 

All my life, nuthin' to lose 

No vacation, relation, to tie me down 

Takin' you down to the ground 

No sound, your body never found 

You can't stop me even when I sleep 

Even when you're countin', I'm takin' out your sheep 

Murda for me, gets me high 

Ain't nuthin like makin' people die 

A grown man cry when I hit'em in the spine 

When I steal your shine, your soul becomes mine 

All mine, All mine 

 

murderation murderation murderation murdering the nation (repeated) 

MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA (repeated) 

 

Oh oh shit, here I come again 

Let us begin with a muthafuckin' ten 

A muthafuckin' blast to ya mutha fuckin' chin 

Anutha muthafuckin' win, sunk in grin 

Rin-tin-tin, a ratta-tat-tat 

Gat to ya back, blow ya stack and it's like that 

Visions go black, murda over crack 

Murda Fo Free, murda muthafucka fuck with me 

You stuck wit me, no luck wit me 

Black bat crack, to ya muthafuckin' knee cap 

Pop, mutha fuck a cop, stop drop, I'm on parole 

Outta control, po-po murda 5-0 

Still alive yo, Bio Killaz, Tha Klepto 

Let's go here we go, time for you to die 

Grown man cry wit a shank to tha eye 

I despise muthafuckin lies mind paralyzed 

Wit my thoughts that collide coincide homicide 

Dead Sea Ryde, ima do or die type of guy 

Murderation sly, murder rates be high 

Barrels to da sky, don't fuck wit a drive-by 

Suicide, sumn nice, wrists sliced, once or twice 

Bloody nights, bloody fights, out goes ya lights 

Fuck your rights, fuck your dedication 

And fuck this nation, that's whut I'm statin' 

This nigga ain't hatin', I speak my mind 

I'm the next Sniper, and the next Columbine 

The next World Trade, Kamikaze Bomber 

Next Pearl Harbor, and the next Jeffrey Dahmer 

So if you step, think before you flex 

Just remember you're next, whut 

You're next, whut whut whut, you're next 

 

murderation murderation murderation murdering the nation (repeated) 

MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA (repeated) 

 

Assassination to a new level 

I've done dirt so call me a shovel 

A grave digga devil, you better bow down 

This undergound God, where's my crown? 

We all Hell bound so burn in the fire 

Purgatory squire, call me a liar 

Grab me a wire, wrap around your neck 

Look into my eyes reality check 

I got me a scalpal, time to disect 

Playin' Doctor-Patient, next 

 

Next a killa wit a bad attitude 

A rude, crude, fucked up dude 

Crazy like a cartoon shootcha wit a harpoon 

Bloody afternoon, maybe you die soon too 

Drug deal slangin', Ghetto bangin' 

Cocaine swangin', corpses hangin' 

danglin', changin' up, like whut mutha fuck 

I disrupt, corrupt and erupt a society 

Like a virus quietly, keep tryin' me 

Dyin' constantly, a monstrosity, but this is the way that it gotsta be 

 

Don't fuck wit me, or I'll rip out your throat 

Ran outta bullets, pipe bombs in my coat 

Sunk ya boat, in Shit's Creek 

When ya get out, wipe ya feet 

Rise outcha seat, grand applause 

Ima muthafuckin killa I got no cause 

Cut off ya head, land in ya lap 

Not drop my smoke, whutcha think about that? 

 

Now ya got me thinkin' about the kill 

The thrills, the chills, on the real 

Of my blood spill my murda is mad ill 

 

murderation murderation murderation murdering the nation (repeated) 

MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA (repeated)