Murda Murda

Murda Murda Feat. Celph Titled, Crypt the Warchild, Des Devious
Intro-Des Devious
Yeah, Des D *****,
Celph Titled, Crypt the Warchild,
Where you at * ****?
Yeah,
Chorus-Crypt the Warchild
This be that murda murda,
I shall not speak no further,
After this its hazardous,
My * ***** pullin burners,
Your weak **** dont concern us,
I see you gettin nervous,
By accident,
We make more moves than ****** make on purpose.
Verse 1-Crypt the Warchild
This **** is gettin scary,
Yall ****** best be wary,
My team is legendary,
Yall ****** secondary,
We stackin cemeteries,
More the merry, more to bury,
**** em all, **** the world,
Put em in a mortuary,
And all I know is pain,
I walk through coldest rain,
I aint supposed to change,
Cause I approach the game,
Im tryin to coast the plane,
Yall ****** know the name,
Warchild, Celph Titled, Des D,
Of course it slams,
We too dangerous,
So move away from this,
****** will waive the fifth,
at you courageous kids,
I aint no plagiarist,
This **** is major biz,
So let the truth be told ,
When Im sayin it.
Chorus
Verse 2-Des Devious
I do it for the hell of it,
Spit it, mix it, package it up,
For the sale of it,
Get profit for the sell of it,
The meanest *****,
This spit is 16,
For props and cream
Close the screen,
You plot, I scheme,
Upon competition take heed,
And listen build with henchmen,
Slander your name, damage is done,
For this rendition,
Walkin the streets,
Kickin your rocks,
Steady grippin,
problem get solved, blink of an eye,
The fifth is kickin,
Listen I aint here to promote no violence, violence,
But thats what happen when motha******s cant keep it silent,
Bloody you up,
Sharp-tipped death from a thousand,
I grew up in housin,
Did a lot of wilin,
Robbin ******, that was my twist,
Slug it out in an instant,
If you was resistant im a predicate,
Never seen jail time for crimes I committed,
The most I see,
Some still dont repent it.
Chorus
Verse 3-Celph Titled
Youll see my face when I attack,
No ski-hat or a Jason mask,
No laser-beam gleam,
So you aint seein where Im aimin at,
Charles Manson clone,
Meltin flesh like Indiana Jones,
Its Tampas own,
Titled the Toolman,
Bringin hammers home,
And fame its know me here,
Gats will kill ya,
And well bust inside your house like Michael Jacksons Thriller,
Caterpillar arm slasher flick, slash a *****, distort a thug,
Seperate the men from the women, like a Divorce Court judge,
Im not a rapper Im a rocker in a Grunge band,
Im supa fly,
One hell of a helicopter stunt man,
Well make your guns jam,
And leave your forehead crammed,
With sharp swords that cut boars head ham,
And were back!,
Its not the torture papers,
We got more claws and razors,
A lot of Rambos, Commandos andTerminators,
You Die Hard when I rhyme bars,
Roll an L with the same holy scroll that Gods DNAs designed on.
Chorus