Murder on My Mind
Fuck Lucas Versace!
Murder is all on my mind
I'll split some wigs before I die
Slit your throat
Then gouge your eyes
Guess who's next bitch you decide
Brother sister mother father
All gonna die
Who would you rather
Watch first
I'll call the hearse
Family name spelt out in flowers
Wrathful actions leave you fractured
Take a snap this kodak captured
Eyeholes cut this hoodie backward
Fucked yo bitch
You know it happened
Family first and then your friends
Run them down up in their ends
Parents tears wash out bloodstains
Wear a 9 around my chain
Is it gold is it silver
No it's made of glock bitch
It ain't chrome it's ceramic and ready to pop bitch
Because it's murder on my mind
The devil in disguise
I wear my hood just like I should
I'm a dead boy with no pride
It's murder on my mind
The devil in disguise
I wear my hood just like I should
I'm a dead boy with no pride
Gunshots ringin' 'round my pad, the
Death & debt were problematic
Taxes came & went like habits
Tertiary to the madness
Blood drip like a period,
I am the death of shame
I don't need that pussy now, bitch, I need it yesterday
Murder is all on my mind
I'll split some wigs before I die
Slit your throat
Then gouge your eyes
Guess who's next bitch you decide
Brother sister mother father
All gonna die
Who would you rather
Watch first
I'll call the hearse
Family name spelt out in flowers
Wrathful actions leave you fractured
Take a snap this kodak captured
Eyeholes cut this hoodie backward
Fucked yo bitch
You know it happened
Family first and then your friends
Run them down up in their ends
Parents tears wash out bloodstains
Wear a 9 around my chain
Is it gold is it silver
No it's made of glock bitch
It ain't chrome it's ceramic and ready to pop bitch
Because it's murder on my mind
The devil in disguise
I wear my hood just like I should
I'm a dead boy with no pride
It's murder on my mind
The devil in disguise
I wear my hood just like I should
I'm a dead boy with no pride
Gunshots ringin' 'round my pad, the
Death & debt were problematic
Taxes came & went like habits
Tertiary to the madness
Blood drip like a period,
I am the death of shame
I don't need that pussy now, bitch, I need it yesterday
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Writer(s): Maximus Rankin
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