Deathmurdermayhem Felt

[Chorus: Slug, Murs]
Death, murder, and mayhem
Push me to the brink and they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
Now I want to go outside and paint the pavement
Death, murder, and mayhem
Push me to the brink and they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
Now I want to go outside and paint the pavement

[Verse 1: Murs]
I heard my hood was a joke to y’all
I used to think about smoking y’all
Late night in my crib playing Dreamcast
Nine cocked back, all black with a skimask
Talking shit like I wasn’t gonna hear you
Standin' across the street with the heat in the clear view
Took my stories all make-believe
Pushed to the front line then forced to take a leave
Say 316 was made up, step your rap game down and your street game up
Ever seen gunfire lighting up a staircase
Ask the enemy how the gun look in their face
It’s so serious, you dudes listen to these rappers cause you’re curious
It’s all real, only three basic principles
Death, murder, mayhem, no one is invincible
Or undefeated in the streets
Hell I don’t beef with MCs who get their ass beat
All up on Youtube running their yap
I ain’t trying to get caught up with none of you cats
That would be the end of so-called gangster rap
Cause as soon as I call my gangsters it’s a rap
Lines like that is why gangster rap suck
And that’s word to the tears on the face of Young Buck