-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-. Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga.
Murdarah, Murdarah. Murdarah, Murdarah. . Enemies please I keep my chest out believe me. 700 laywers and they all actin greedy. Money hungry strugglin while thuggin.
The meaning of a mother named "mercy mary" attack of the love, the hug that we steadily refuse. (Woo yeah it's coming back to me, we gon ride this, only one (bizzy bizzy).
[Intro: Bizzy]. Bizzy Bone, you know what it is baby. After Platinum Records. Let's get this money '07 style. . [Chorus: Bizzy Bone]. Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy.
(Crowd cheering). . [Mr. Majesty]. This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime (Laughs). (Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin').
Well let me take you to my hood, my hood. Well let me take you to my hood, my hood. Well let me take you to my hood, my hood. Well let me take you to my hood, my hood.
(Bizzy). Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthafuckas. See, it's like the Menensky Mob, see. They used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master.
Starve me, beat me, then chastise me. Love me never leave me, I see it super-sized. Work me, sculpt me, maybe you can mold me. Never spare your rod, maybe you can hold me, hold me.
It's time to give up the ghost. (Yo, what the fuck is this nigga?). Give up the ghost. (Shit, niggaz can't even get it on nowadays). . Niggaz probably think we crazy up in this motherfucker, ha ha ha.
[Verse 1]. Man, the things you learn in this world deserve space, their own orbits. The pleasurable, the most morbid. No post-posting your destiny til you're post-mortem.
Touch me like you want me honey.... Tell that you want me honey.... I have seen you out tonight, while i'm stuck here all alone. Said you were busy when i tried to phone..
Lord I want more..more of you.less of me. Increase.. Loooorrdd, I want more.more of youless of me (Lord). Increase.. Magnify Yourself in me. (Pour your anointing).
Eat. . My. . Shit!. . A double-head tackle knife. Is what I commit death with. Dis bitch and I'ma rip out your heart through ya left tit. You'll turn around and see a fuckin fist in ya face.
MURDER YOUR LIFE. . 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.
Eat. . My. . Shit!. . A double-head tackle knife. Is what I commit death with. Dis bitch and I'ma rip out your heart through ya left tit. You'll turn around and see a fuckin fist in ya face.
Whatup you fuckin dirty bitches? Hookers, fuckin scumbags. You know I hate you. Check this shit.. . (Necro). Yo morbid shit that's the type of rap I kick.
Yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch. For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it. . Yo, I'm dancin' on your grave like Borishnikov. 'll rip you off.
Brand new necro, brutality part 1 dropping September. . Stab in your face. With a butcher knife that's really long. Ill make you feel the song when I beat you down to it.
My practical solution to shmucks beefin' is sinkin' my teeth in the flesh of ya. neck like Dracula seducin' sluts. . And bite a piece of flesh off, but now you could have aids, I'd rather make you.