M.O.E.
I'm so Axl Rose around my pack of smokes
Sippin' and spillin' this jack and coke all over my clothes
Kickin' it on shows with bummest hoes
What you ain't heard about Young Wicked?
Oh shit, your momma know
I came to the crib, taking a hit
Take a body to the back, gotta change it a bit
I ain't came for fucking, I'm just cuttin' on this bitches instead
Cuttin' on this bitches neck, nothing with the every scream
M.O.E. baby murder over everything
I'm sicker than the avarage and I can't find the antidote
Bitches on my cameras, confessions of a cannibal
Tryin' to erase my visions but the voices bringing me back for more
Murder more, have your bloody body hanging vertical
Inner Sleepy Hollow like Sweeney Todd when I'm serving those
Meat pies made from my skills with the surgical
Disguies that's the cable guy on the serivce scope
He smiles when she realizes he's murderer
One more body, bloody bodies ain't a thang
Two, two more visions, three words on my brian
Four, four, five, six, six, six like a scary dream
M.O.E. - murder over everything
Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3
Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal
Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3
Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal
Murder motherfucker, yeah they call me that all day and night
Takin' out the evil cause these bitches don't be actin' right
Yeah I'm tight, yeah I'm fresh, fuck you up for talkin' shit
Shooting bullshit at me, but my shine will keep on blocking it
Droppin' clips murder more, I'm a fuckin' animal
Like a lion I'm a king and killin' all them fucking hoes
Call me Freddy when you're sleepin', I'll be standin' over you
Dice you up and serve you up for dinner too, coming through
Get it right, murder over everything
Don't give a fuck what you bring, cause it don't affect me
M.O.E. till I D.I.E., what you know bout A.M.B.?
Garcia brother and I rep that A.X.E
Sick in the head, sick in the dome
Bodies burried beneath my home
And now you know, I filled my four and want some more
When I rock, when I spit, when I smoke
When you see the A.M.B, it's M.O.E
Sippin' and spillin' this jack and coke all over my clothes
Kickin' it on shows with bummest hoes
What you ain't heard about Young Wicked?
Oh shit, your momma know
I came to the crib, taking a hit
Take a body to the back, gotta change it a bit
I ain't came for fucking, I'm just cuttin' on this bitches instead
Cuttin' on this bitches neck, nothing with the every scream
M.O.E. baby murder over everything
I'm sicker than the avarage and I can't find the antidote
Bitches on my cameras, confessions of a cannibal
Tryin' to erase my visions but the voices bringing me back for more
Murder more, have your bloody body hanging vertical
Inner Sleepy Hollow like Sweeney Todd when I'm serving those
Meat pies made from my skills with the surgical
Disguies that's the cable guy on the serivce scope
He smiles when she realizes he's murderer
One more body, bloody bodies ain't a thang
Two, two more visions, three words on my brian
Four, four, five, six, six, six like a scary dream
M.O.E. - murder over everything
Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3
Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal
Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3
Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal
Murder motherfucker, yeah they call me that all day and night
Takin' out the evil cause these bitches don't be actin' right
Yeah I'm tight, yeah I'm fresh, fuck you up for talkin' shit
Shooting bullshit at me, but my shine will keep on blocking it
Droppin' clips murder more, I'm a fuckin' animal
Like a lion I'm a king and killin' all them fucking hoes
Call me Freddy when you're sleepin', I'll be standin' over you
Dice you up and serve you up for dinner too, coming through
Get it right, murder over everything
Don't give a fuck what you bring, cause it don't affect me
M.O.E. till I D.I.E., what you know bout A.M.B.?
Garcia brother and I rep that A.X.E
Sick in the head, sick in the dome
Bodies burried beneath my home
And now you know, I filled my four and want some more
When I rock, when I spit, when I smoke
When you see the A.M.B, it's M.O.E
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, David Anthony Willis, Michael Stevenson, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Jess Reed Jackson, Markous Roberts
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