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 it's hazardous,
My ****** pullin' burners,
Your weak **** don't 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,
Y'all ****** best be wary,
My team is legendary,
Y'all ****** 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,
I'm tryin to coast the plane,
Y'all ****** 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 I'm 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 that's what happen when motha******s can't 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 i'm a predicate,
Never seen jail time for crimes I committed,
The most I see,
Some still don't repent it.
Chorus
Verse 3-Celph Titled
You'll see my face when I attack,
No ski-hat or a Jason mask,
No laser-beam gleam,
So you aint seein where I'm aimin at,
Charles Manson clone,
Meltin flesh like Indiana Jones,
It's Tampa's own,
Titled the Toolman,
Bringin' hammers home,
And fame it's know me here,
Gats will kill ya,
And we'll bust inside your house like Michael Jackson's Thriller,
Caterpillar arm slasher flick, slash a *****, distort a thug,
Seperate the men from the women, like a Divorce Court judge,
I'm not a rapper I'm a rocker in a Grunge band,
I'm supa' fly,
One hell of a helicopter stunt man,
We'll make your guns jam,
And leave your forehead crammed,
With sharp swords that cut boars head ham,
And we're back!,
It's not the torture papers,
We got more claws and razors,
A lot of Rambos, Commandos and Terminators,
You Die Hard when I rhyme bars,
Roll an L with the same holy scroll that God's DNA's designed on.
Chorus