(Lyrics are mostly accurate but feel free to annotate any errors made)
Verse 1 (Hurricane):
Is you ready for the murder?
What up Homie, is you ready for the murder?
You know I am. Aye...yo
Do you really wanna kill wit me?/
Follow mothafucka,Then drill with me/
Come on homie, Get your steel with me/
All we gotta do is get the victim & Get her sippin on something and have her slippin & slumpin in the seats/
Then we can take her to a secluded area where we bury her, Then we put the Chainsaw to her feet/
But we gotta be discreet/
We don't need any little interruptions/
I don't want nobody seeing me backing the truck in/
I don't want nobody saying of seeing a certain Nigga with a sicker meddler in the streets/
Did you bring the barbwire?Cause we need to tie her down/
If not she gon be jumpin off the ground/
Probably need a roll of duck tape/
A couple cans of mace/
For the screamin, She gon be letting out a sound/
Hope you will be ready, Don't punk out/
I already got the pump out & I cleaned the truck out/
All we need to do is to wait now/
Maybe gonna walk up on her and Maybe blow her whole face/ but we gotta have patience/
Don't kill her yet/
I wanna see what's gonna happen after I put this grapple in the kitty kat/
What, she trynna fight back? She gon be shot for the bleeding/ I'm trynna leave her Ass leaking For no apparent reason/
Hold up a second, I gotta slip up and get her if imma shoot her in the face/
We just need to calm down, Putting our guns & knives down, And walk up to her ass at the place/
Slide her a drink and talk to her...
(just approach her, man just say something to her)
Yo, hey wassup, I've been watching you from over there/
And the way you sittin in that chair, I see your underwear/
I see you like pink, Yeah I like it too/
Why won't you kicks it with me,Let's see what these drinks will do/
Oh you dont drink? So why you at the bar?/
Fuck it, it's a change of plans, Follow that bitch out to her car/ And I will lay in the bed of the truck with a stick of duck tape & a barbwire ready/
And when I hop out of that motherfucker imma cut it so deep, I hope a piece look like confetti/
I'm talking bout annihilating, Disintegrating a hoe,Big ungrateful little bitch/
What she mean she don't drink?Why the fuck is she gon be up at the bar? She think a Nigga don't think?/
Now she got a motherfucker mad at her/
Imma fuck her, Still need a Nigga to put the mag in her/
I was only gonna kill & rip & kill her/
Now imma eat the bitch for breakfast, lunch & dinner/
Watchu mean you don't wannabe a part of this?
You did & already got a part and started it/
Why you think I had you load up the hollow tips?
Mainly Planted the shells with your fingertips/
I knew what you said from the start you was down
Now you're trynna pull your motherfucka like a fuckin clown/ Where you think you're going? Sit your Ass down
Because if you try to run, I will blow your back out/
Whatchu mean you gon get me first?/
Watchu gon do? Call the cops from the phone in her purse?/
I think you like this bitch,I think that's the fuckin reason that it made you switch,/
Listen homie I don't play that Shit, So you better straighten up so we can kill this bitch/
But for now, imma roll her Ass off in a ditch & call the homie Brainsick so we can do this quick/
(aye Yo, give me the fuckin phone you dumb ass. The fuck....
Yo man what's next?)
Verse 1 (Hurricane):
Is you ready for the murder?
What up Homie, is you ready for the murder?
You know I am. Aye...yo
Do you really wanna kill wit me?/
Follow mothafucka,Then drill with me/
Come on homie, Get your steel with me/
All we gotta do is get the victim & Get her sippin on something and have her slippin & slumpin in the seats/
Then we can take her to a secluded area where we bury her, Then we put the Chainsaw to her feet/
But we gotta be discreet/
We don't need any little interruptions/
I don't want nobody seeing me backing the truck in/
I don't want nobody saying of seeing a certain Nigga with a sicker meddler in the streets/
Did you bring the barbwire?Cause we need to tie her down/
If not she gon be jumpin off the ground/
Probably need a roll of duck tape/
A couple cans of mace/
For the screamin, She gon be letting out a sound/
Hope you will be ready, Don't punk out/
I already got the pump out & I cleaned the truck out/
All we need to do is to wait now/
Maybe gonna walk up on her and Maybe blow her whole face/ but we gotta have patience/
Don't kill her yet/
I wanna see what's gonna happen after I put this grapple in the kitty kat/
What, she trynna fight back? She gon be shot for the bleeding/ I'm trynna leave her Ass leaking For no apparent reason/
Hold up a second, I gotta slip up and get her if imma shoot her in the face/
We just need to calm down, Putting our guns & knives down, And walk up to her ass at the place/
Slide her a drink and talk to her...
(just approach her, man just say something to her)
Yo, hey wassup, I've been watching you from over there/
And the way you sittin in that chair, I see your underwear/
I see you like pink, Yeah I like it too/
Why won't you kicks it with me,Let's see what these drinks will do/
Oh you dont drink? So why you at the bar?/
Fuck it, it's a change of plans, Follow that bitch out to her car/ And I will lay in the bed of the truck with a stick of duck tape & a barbwire ready/
And when I hop out of that motherfucker imma cut it so deep, I hope a piece look like confetti/
I'm talking bout annihilating, Disintegrating a hoe,Big ungrateful little bitch/
What she mean she don't drink?Why the fuck is she gon be up at the bar? She think a Nigga don't think?/
Now she got a motherfucker mad at her/
Imma fuck her, Still need a Nigga to put the mag in her/
I was only gonna kill & rip & kill her/
Now imma eat the bitch for breakfast, lunch & dinner/
Watchu mean you don't wannabe a part of this?
You did & already got a part and started it/
Why you think I had you load up the hollow tips?
Mainly Planted the shells with your fingertips/
I knew what you said from the start you was down
Now you're trynna pull your motherfucka like a fuckin clown/ Where you think you're going? Sit your Ass down
Because if you try to run, I will blow your back out/
Whatchu mean you gon get me first?/
Watchu gon do? Call the cops from the phone in her purse?/
I think you like this bitch,I think that's the fuckin reason that it made you switch,/
Listen homie I don't play that Shit, So you better straighten up so we can kill this bitch/
But for now, imma roll her Ass off in a ditch & call the homie Brainsick so we can do this quick/
(aye Yo, give me the fuckin phone you dumb ass. The fuck....
Yo man what's next?)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!