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lookin for a murderer - children of the corn (memphis) lyrics

[chorus]
lookin’ for the murderer who roam the streets of westwood
lookin’ for the murderer who roam the streets of westwood
lookin’ for the murderer who roam the streets of westwood
lookin’ for the murderer who lookin’ for the murderer who
lookin’ for the lookin’ for the lookin’ for the murderer

sh*t deep hoe westwood cl!ck

lookin’ lookin’ for the murderer
lookin’ lookin’ for the murderer

[verse 1: myke myke]
westwood streets is where i dwell deep in the heart now westwood bound
i sweat the track and l*b*g to get up on a quarter pound
scoop my n*ggas biggie and mac e i’m straight from double tree
roamin’ through winchester park with drill on the side of me
no anna in the hood we stick together just like crazy glue
player hataz try to test this sh*t that’s when they force us to
get up out our p*i*d you d*i*e that’s how it be
drag you through the woods and hang your body from a f*ckin’ tree
my hood is filled with k!llers, dope dealers, money makers [jaw?]
born and raised a thug if you step to us that ass is gone
ain’t no love can’t you tell n*gga we forever thick
friday night’s i’m in the club claimin’ westwood b*tch
[chorus]
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself

[verse 2: cocomo]
i’m creepin’ through the darkness so i never [?] k!lla [?]
w*e*s*t strictly for my p*e in the woods
cl!ckin’ with them k!llas on other [?] couple ride
sweet talk pass that blunt so [we can/wicked?] smoke out on the homicide
chi chi on the devel sh*t i guess he f*cked up in the brain
murder one the maliki he strictly mentally insane
you bustas that i’m disrespect my hood this sh*t goin’ make my day
glock up to your dome funeral home is where you hoe for lay
d.t.p. up in this b*tch yeah they f*ckin’ up the scene
westwood comin’ supa deep we hittin’ b*tches [?] for your brain
anna chrest to [air?] the atmosphere but still i’m full of funk
never will [appear?] punk the westwood k!llas stayin’ crunk

[chorus]
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
[verse 3: cocomo]
i’m chillin’ like a villain cause i’m [cooler?] then a f*ckin’ [?]
standin’ on the corner marijuana swisher in my hand
label the unholy one cause really i don’t give a f*ck
look out strictly about my hustle test thst sh*t i’m f*ck you up
cl!ckin’ with them westwood k!llas buried b*tches in the ditch
myke myke got the shovel talk about the lower level sh*t

[verse 4: myke myke]
every now and then we got a b*tch who try to test this sh*t
get out on the heavy dope and leave you body bl**dy b*tch
maliki, tony b, [?], geeky t, gg money [?] the all them n*ggas down with me
so do you get the [?] this for all you hoes who’s hate this cl!ck
i never [?] i’m forever westwood b*tch

[chorus]
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself
westwood b*tch, westwood b*tch break yourself

- children of the corn memphis lyrics

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