[Chorus]
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
The rage inside me leaves me blind
'Cause I got murder on my mind
[Verse 1]
Why I wanna fight? What, I need a reason?
Everytime the blade is drawn it's my season
I just want your blade to draw out my demons
You and me, I won’t call on my legions
Put you in the morgue in war, you're no Freeman
Better call Jesus, you really gon' need him
Your life on the line, so those are my femurs
So how you gonna walk the talk when I cleave them?
You
Really thought you would come in and start merkin mе, wow
Let me tell you
I’ll put mеtal in your mouth, I ain't talking mercury, blaow blaow blaow
Blade like a scalpel, I’m going in surgically
Cut you in half, bitch, I’m talking 'bout vertically
Bitch, you ain't hurting me, know that you’ve heard of me
Flick of the wrist, and I’m leaving you Burgundy
When I'm swinging this sword
I’m feeling like Hercules
In a world of unknown
These hands are a certainty
I’m a circus freak, love to hurt and bleed
From a killer mold, not a worker bee
You ain’t drawing blood, you ain’t earn your keep
Turn your perfect streets to a murder scene
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
The rage inside me leaves me blind
'Cause I got murder on my mind
[Verse 1]
Why I wanna fight? What, I need a reason?
Everytime the blade is drawn it's my season
I just want your blade to draw out my demons
You and me, I won’t call on my legions
Put you in the morgue in war, you're no Freeman
Better call Jesus, you really gon' need him
Your life on the line, so those are my femurs
So how you gonna walk the talk when I cleave them?
You
Really thought you would come in and start merkin mе, wow
Let me tell you
I’ll put mеtal in your mouth, I ain't talking mercury, blaow blaow blaow
Blade like a scalpel, I’m going in surgically
Cut you in half, bitch, I’m talking 'bout vertically
Bitch, you ain't hurting me, know that you’ve heard of me
Flick of the wrist, and I’m leaving you Burgundy
When I'm swinging this sword
I’m feeling like Hercules
In a world of unknown
These hands are a certainty
I’m a circus freak, love to hurt and bleed
From a killer mold, not a worker bee
You ain’t drawing blood, you ain’t earn your keep
Turn your perfect streets to a murder scene
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