
Murder Spree Apollo Brown & Ghostface Killah (Ft. Inspectah Deck, Killa Sin, Masta Killa & U-God)
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[Chorus: Sample]
Something strange has happened
I just can't get myself, together
No kind of way for you
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, there's a dozen ways to die, six million ways to do it
Let's go through it, my mind flow like fluid
Torture, chop your legs up, thrown off the boat
Guillotine, nigga, one chop to the throat
Suffocation, saran wrapping your face
Buried alive, throw a few nails in the case
Manslaughter, eight degrees of separation
Leave your body chopped up into pieces, that's mutilation
[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
Torture, he's gruely peaking at the meeting
Suspicions of him being a rat? Even worse than cheating
I'm cold reaking of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists
Brassknuckle steel toe kicks
Cracked ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathing
He's gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can't catch
He clinches the shirt on his chest
In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was killed
[Chorus: Sample]
Something strange has happened
I just can't get myself, together
No kind of way for you
Something strange has happened
I just can't get myself, together
No kind of way for you
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, there's a dozen ways to die, six million ways to do it
Let's go through it, my mind flow like fluid
Torture, chop your legs up, thrown off the boat
Guillotine, nigga, one chop to the throat
Suffocation, saran wrapping your face
Buried alive, throw a few nails in the case
Manslaughter, eight degrees of separation
Leave your body chopped up into pieces, that's mutilation
[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
Torture, he's gruely peaking at the meeting
Suspicions of him being a rat? Even worse than cheating
I'm cold reaking of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists
Brassknuckle steel toe kicks
Cracked ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathing
He's gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can't catch
He clinches the shirt on his chest
In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was killed
[Chorus: Sample]
Something strange has happened
I just can't get myself, together
No kind of way for you
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