[Intro: Robert J. Caroll] (New Jersey Task Force)
He murdered by guns
He murdered by strangulation
He murdered by putting poison on victims food
He did all of this at the same time while exhibiting a normal placid family existence
[Verse 1: Z]
Murdah
Put a case inside your mouth and now you fucked in life
Let me get inside your guts with this fucking knife
I'm a dire piece of shit you might be fucking right
But I ain't the one getting my throat slit and dumped tonight
Slider out with the knifе for the lack and approach night
Put a bottle in this son that's whose biblе and flame rise
Poverty push carcasses rotted with brain fine
Cause I've honestly forgotten these shadows is mainline
Waking up in the morning be mean and pop top of 40s
Put clips up a fifth and 40
The order we switching knives
Venom put through my arteries
They can't get a certain part of me
Godly could never party so all of these people dying
Murder with the burner
Desert em and do a line
Go berserk around a squirter cause jerking off through they spine
Put em on the gurney
Put thirty inside they ride
The rester will bubble further
They surgery or your mind
Chopping em into pieces
Do but you the one who dying
DIgging em with [?] then quick to come with wine
Somebody tell his mother their son was smothered at night
Cause his mother's gonna be covered with sipping [Duris?] and pine
But I chopped him in the line
Precarious is the kind
Carry her to the ride then chop em until they gone
Begging me for his life
Nobody will survive
Put the heat to the mind
Then bounce like Lebron
Now somebody tell the devil why I won't be his monster
We don't talk no more now shock him in the [glonk gut?]
They don't understand
Chewbacca dumping em like Contra
That's why I walk with these demons (x2)
Talk and I haunt ya (x2)
He murdered by guns
He murdered by strangulation
He murdered by putting poison on victims food
He did all of this at the same time while exhibiting a normal placid family existence
[Verse 1: Z]
Murdah
Put a case inside your mouth and now you fucked in life
Let me get inside your guts with this fucking knife
I'm a dire piece of shit you might be fucking right
But I ain't the one getting my throat slit and dumped tonight
Slider out with the knifе for the lack and approach night
Put a bottle in this son that's whose biblе and flame rise
Poverty push carcasses rotted with brain fine
Cause I've honestly forgotten these shadows is mainline
Waking up in the morning be mean and pop top of 40s
Put clips up a fifth and 40
The order we switching knives
Venom put through my arteries
They can't get a certain part of me
Godly could never party so all of these people dying
Murder with the burner
Desert em and do a line
Go berserk around a squirter cause jerking off through they spine
Put em on the gurney
Put thirty inside they ride
The rester will bubble further
They surgery or your mind
Chopping em into pieces
Do but you the one who dying
DIgging em with [?] then quick to come with wine
Somebody tell his mother their son was smothered at night
Cause his mother's gonna be covered with sipping [Duris?] and pine
But I chopped him in the line
Precarious is the kind
Carry her to the ride then chop em until they gone
Begging me for his life
Nobody will survive
Put the heat to the mind
Then bounce like Lebron
Now somebody tell the devil why I won't be his monster
We don't talk no more now shock him in the [glonk gut?]
They don't understand
Chewbacca dumping em like Contra
That's why I walk with these demons (x2)
Talk and I haunt ya (x2)
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