Murder Murder Murder KING 810

[Verse 1: David Gunn]
Father what's the issue with your children
They're acting like they're convinced that I won’t fucking kill them
They act like I'm like them and I'm not one in a billion
I am the devil's son, I have no fucking feelings

Your skin tightens up at the sight of a killing
My conscience has given up saying how I should be living
And I know I need to change and I'm ready god willing
But I gave more than I took I only took the cards they were dealing

[Chorus]
Would you kill, would you kill
You say you can, you say you will
Are you real, are you real
Are you ready for that cage of cold steel

[Verse 2: David Gunn]
My soul is scattered across the streets of my city, it's in pieces
It's fed upon by roaches and the rats and the leeches
I've participated in murder, it's left me sleepless
So I put my hands together, I kneel and I pray to Jesus

You should pray too
Pray that this jams up, cuz I've done this before, I don’t clam up
Get on the floor, put your motherfuckin' hands up
God make room, I'm about to send a man up