kill shit

kill it wit them bars i sharpen stab that beat with a touch of darkness splash it wit a bit of that blood, paint the canvas wit ya body parts and Murda Muzik is my art and im an artist thats always starving, searching for another target famished for another heartless vicitm, to serve em, freshness chef boy Yar Grimm, up in the kitchen cooking up another cookie for them. crackll get em hooked just gotta double it back, throw some ether wit some ice wait for surface to crack. out to the block and make a stack, flip that brick and get fed fat, fuck the feds and cops duck fast, push the envelope and glocks blast. close another box cast to the pit for the quarter back. running plays till i stop that, tell that bitch you cant top that. wher they at, wanna get jacked, open mouths getting gagged, fuck a hater with a knife up in his neck and i laugh. thought ya knew where you was walking bitch just stepped into No Land, and we dont care where ya been or where ya from when we throw down, wind up just another body rotting off in the ground, we just up and end a bitch when they trying to go rounds. i fucking kill it with them ingots drilling, mining this 24 carrot, bullion bars that are dripping with so much game that you gotta share it. i fucking kill it.