Murder - DJ Static, J-Spliff, Shaka Loveless

I’m a fuckin' beast, a disgustin' freak rapin' nuns and priests

Cause I’ve been violent since the day that I discovered peace

Never nothin' sweat, I murder snares and leave the drums deceased

My pen can rupture sheets, stab a song, and acupuncture beats

You’re more then desperate, I forced the weapon in your direction

The forks embedded in your intestines your scorched and breathless

Now you’re stored and kept in my basement cellar that’s corpse infested

Born relentless experimentin' with different torture methods

I was rhymin' and makin' features while you were chasin' divas

I’m a rapper and great achiever, you can’t relate to either

A sacred preacher, I’ll take a cleaver and slice your facial features

Claimin' that you sick when you pussies couldn’t even break a fever

I don’t give a fuck about new cars and big chains

You can go to hell with your smooth talk and bitch claims

You should’ve known by now that my true bars inflict pain

I bring terror to beats when I drool sparks and spit flames

My words are wise, I rap hard, my flow is turnin' tides

You’ll burn alive I sip liquor and like my Bourbon dry

I spit a verse of mine on the stage with the curtains wide

So quit sayin' that you gon' murder guys, you wouldn’t hurt a fly

I keep the rhythm the way I kill it should be forbidden

The demon’s risen, I’m lawless and don’t believe religion

You’ll be a victim when I stab creatin' deep incisions

So get familiar with fish because you gon' be sleepin' with um

This is Hip Hop, fitted hats and baggy jeans

This is hardcore, sippin' jack and passin' weed

This is head nod music, where the purple at?

Faggots better put their purses back this is Murder Rap

I’m the main attraction, your brains are bashed in until it stains the napkin

I’m bringin' what the game is lackin' this is dangerous rappin'

Your shameless passion’s pathetic I can’t refrain from laughin'

If I hear a track I’m takin' action, I’m a trained assassin

I’m in the booth with machetes, razors, and Tommy guns

I only rap over heavy base and atomic drums

A verse of mine could leave the optics in your sockets numb

We’re all born with original sin so why should I stop at one

My lyrical ways causin' miserable fates

My criminal traits intimidate political snakes

So now I’m puffin' on the kush until my visuals fade

And takin' rap to put it back in its original state

I got a beat obsession which motivates me to write and seek progression

I spit key conceptions to release you from your deep depression

It’s cause of rap that I don’t need a weapon to release aggression

I bleed in heaven, I box with God, and I dream inception

I keep it comin' cause I know you fans in need of substance

Your speakers bumpin' from my vocals and obscene production

Bang the repercussions till you suffer from a beat concussion

You know sleep faggot?

Yeah well you about to meet his cousin

This is Hip Hop, fitted hats and baggy jeans

This is hardcore, sippin' jack and passin' weed

This is head nod music, where the purple at?

Faggots better put their purses back this is Murder Rap