DRAFT 2

THIS IS MURDA MUZIK CLICK CLACK BANG BANG THIS IS MURDA MUZIK CLICK CLACK BANG BANG THIS IS MURDA MUZIK CLICK CLACK BANG THIS IS MURDA MUZIK GANG CLICK CLACK BANG I KILL'EM ALL THE TIME NO LIE I KILL'EM ALL THE TIME NO LIE I'M THE KING 187 KILLER ON THE MIC THE REAL PRIME TIME HOMICIDE TAKING YOUR LIFE YOUR STREET CREDIT HAS BEEN DENIED BY THE MASTER OF MURDEROUS RHYMES WITH TECHNIQUE THATS VICIOUSLY ATTACKS MY ENIMIES WITH LYRICAL PRECISION SURGICAL INCISIONS OF HOLLOW TIPS INTO YOUR MEMORY SO YOU CAN REMEMBER ME THE KING OF KILLIN EVERYBODY ON THE FRONTLINE I TAKE FLIGHT LIKE MIKE FROM THE LINE PUTTING HOLES IN YOUR MIND WITH THAT CALI HEAT SO ELITE FEEL MY HEAT AS IT scorch's YOUR SOUL AND TURNS YOU INTO ASHES TO ASHES and dust to dust in the west I trust for the West I bust and just trust that when I cock back and pull the trigger and deliver that one hitter quitter Dome splitter SO COLD WITH THE FLOW TEQUNIQUE THAT I FREEZE MY ENEMIES DEAD IN THERE TRACKS THEY CAN'T ADVANCE OR ATTACK I'll leave them Frozen in place as I take this MACE