Manson Murder - Styles P, Scram Jones, N.O.R.E.

Believe me, if I started murdering people…

There’d be none of you left

Basically, hit you with the hard nigga recipe

Fuck you!

If you ain’t with me, or next to me

(Fuck you!)

I ain’t one for the small talk

Ghost’ll get it in like Nucky on Boardwalk

Real grimy nigga though, I’ma let the 4 talk

You ain’t got to hear me dog, you could hear the lord talk

Uzi up the place when the shotty blow the doors off

Dream of dollar bills and killin niggas that the kid hate

Nuttin' on yo bitch face, brain is in the sick place

Maybe it’s the wax or the fact that I’m shitfaced

Rap spelled backward is par — you ain’t up to that

If your shit sound wack I had enough of that

Fuck em all from the bottom to the top

If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em get shot

A bullseye on the forehead

Fuck wack rappers, leave em all dead

Why do you wanna call me a murderer for?

I’ve never killed anyone

I don’t need to kill anyone

I think it

Voices in the attic, bodies in the basement

People under the stairs hold my guns and chasin

When I buy a brick I bring a base head to taste it

Zombies out here, yea this shit is like a wasteland

I don’t give a fuck about no goddamn bath salts

P91 to blow half of your mass off

Face all over the asphalt

No track down here but whips is like NASCAR

Weed in the glass jar, shot em in the head ‘cause the trash words

Then I got ghosts like Casper

No, I get ghosts like myself

If I rap like you I put the toast to myself

I shit on you, the mic booth in your board

Why don’t you find a bridge and bungee with no chord

Or build yourself a pool full of swords

Dive in it, next time you rhyme put your mind in it

Maybe I should’ve killed 4 to 500 people

Then I would’ve felt better

The healthiest nigga in New York, smoking Newport’s

I’m not a new boos, I’m in the new Porsche

My Nike sneakers, it be my like sneakers

Jogging on the beach with my wife beaters

Word to Obama mama, Jeffrey Dahmer drama

Swiss got keys, pianos and Alicia

When I be talkin keys I’m talkin coke and the Keisha

I know chicks that swallow cum and they still suck it

Miscarriage hoes, fowl cuz they still fuckin

You know the deal, they don’t even wait to heal

My booster bitches — they can’t even wait to steal

My favorite sex position is the 69

I fuck er at 6 while holdin my 9

Amsterdam, stuff blunts, call em sumos

Walkin out the walk, with a veggie meal you know

Kick yo feet up like weed up, show yo speeder

I’m the king, man

I run the underworld, guy

I make the money, man

I change minds