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shmurda (remix) - seckond chaynce lyrics

[intro]
(this is how you murda shmurda)
(this is how you murda shmurda)
(this is how you murda shmurda)
seckond chaynce che let’s go!
this is how you murda shmurda
this is how you murda shmurda
this is how you murda shmurda
jungle beats holla at me!

[verse 1: seckond chaynce]
what is it really that i have to do to get through to you rappers
i’ma serial k!ller i’m comin’ for all of you fruity loop rappers
after i eat up a beat i just throw it away when i’m through with the wrapper
guess you been sayin’ that god be gone so what you think i finna do to you rappers
i get it that i spit at the violins, it is just to murder you tyrants that are firin’
from this bazooka super shooter comin’ to retire them
who liar liar wanna crack this fire, why are we hirin’?
people that menace the sinners within us who only pretend to befriend us
they send us the message that they wanna k!ll us
and [?]
[?] menace
[?] to finish
off [?]
okay
i switch gears like a manual, ridin’ on the wheels like a manual
if they don’t get it then it’s okay, ’cause i never did it for there low brains
seckond chizzle nissle missile hit you with the sizzle switch it up a little okay
now i hear and instrumental when i grip the pistol [?] show play
but i’m over looked like i’m overcooked and my only cook gonna go away
[?] she don’t even claim chanyce
[?] she don’t even name chanyce
[?] twisted
with a [?] bring chaynce
on a tour [?]
give ’em more [?] stop
for the [?]
[?] (what?)
how they gonna say it [?]
look in my eyes and you can see the storm comin’
[?] you should see them boys runnin’
but i’m hungry i need to eat you should see your boys stomach
they enjoyed lunch and the feast won’t give your boy a m-ffin
so of course cousin no kick in the industries door bustin’
with two floor rushin’ you can be sure i h–rd nothin’
hit that record b-tton [?] floor touchin’
in the “or” subject my sword cuttin’ destroyed somethin’ chaynce
yo, ’cause they ain’t tryin’ to help me [?]
a lot would do the free shows but i need dough
record labels like three or four be like “he’s dope!”
but they never made a move like they knees broke
i’m like seven artists in one what do you need more
rap, country, rnb, pop, reggae, emo
contemporary [?] the ego
but let me go ’cause his flesh [?]
father forgive me for the pride i know
everybody’s gotta wrestle with the flesh i never hide it though
somebody lied to y’all [?]
[?] (snap off)
[?] brother (snap off)
[?]
runnin’ through the middle of the city with a microphone
i finna set it off if anybody finna stop it
i’ma chop it into a million pieces, i’ma chop it into a million pieces
i said i’m runnin’ through the middle of the city with a microphone
i finna set it off if anybody finna stop it
i’ma chop it into a million pieces, i’ma chop it into a million pieces

[verse 2: jonah]
my gods in control, so i guess i’m just an avatar
clean me like a laxative, i was nasty as caviar
rappers like potato head i’ll prolly tear their limbs apart
george clooney monuments men we here to save the art
with a head full of steam like a locomotive
good news to your mug, no coaster
got that rotisserie lyrically slow roast ya
clean your floor like a house with no sofa
i’m on the street, early like a [?]
so when you find courage you know where to find me, uh
heavenly armed ready to die, che
even upside down we won’t see defeat, yeah
my patience wearin’ thin i had long day (let’s go)
if your real so is donald trumps toupee (you know)
you think your eatin’ good cause you got your money up
i bring truth to your belly that’s a tummy tuck
it’s funny who we me misread leads mislead
i do this for the mislead you got me misread
these boys want knots like they b-mp heads
just know the sun rose after he said

[verse 3: petey the disciple]
shmurda! welcome to the murder
got the purple on like the purple ninja turtle
[?] let it be known i’m a burglar
so only when i turn up i’m turnin’ your turnips from being burnt up (that’s right!)
they say don’t do [?] i’m tired of being [?]
seein’ the creator like genie i blame lucifer
now you got that devil schemin’ on that easy plot
che be the one [?]
i had to let them know petey the disciple the beast
but i’m on cheat mode [?]
when i hollar tempo thundercats (go!)
here i go! here i go! this ain’t no flex zone
if your faith on cruise control you might as well just stay home
[?] ’round here we heavenly armed and ready to die
[?] if you don’t survive it so good because of him we ride

- seckond chaynce lyrics

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