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murda' machine - wicked sick productions lyrics

[intro]
wicked sick productions

[chorus: chuckklez]
murdering, murdering, murder machine
murdering, murdering, murder machine
murdering, murdering everything
there’s too many to rest while on your knees
sawing all down ’til you beg and plead
cutting y’all up, whom you want to be
said y’all don’t matter who the f*ck we be
we’re murdering, murdering, murder machines

[verse 1: chuckklez]
the end of f*cking days that are done right now
wicked sick and chuckklez on the run right now
tossing other friends, they’ll never see the other bay
’til they’ve reached it down south where the devil goes to hunt and play
twenty*four seven on your motherf*cking asses
never gonna stop because i’m pleasing all the masses
showing no mercy towards any of you n*ggas
when i cross the f*cking line vile demons in places
i don’t give a sh*t about the life that you live
or what hood that you’re from n*gga, you’re just another b*tch (lil hoe)
acting all stupid right in front of your f*ggot friends
so, i stabbed the side of your head until your body start to twitch (haha)
sickening how it goes but it is what it is
shoulda never tried to screw with a veteran like this (no no)
plus a dope twisted mind*state of a cold*blooded k!ller
ready to snap at any second cuz my cool’s running thinner
hacking and slicing and dicing away
to you punk motherf*ckers trying to get in my way
packing and stacking and burning you up
’til you’re ashes to the wind is the price you’ll pay (aye)
i said this once before and i’ll say it again
i’m a gorehound n*gga, bring the motherf*cking pain
do yourself a favor and shut your c*cksucking mouth
or else h*ll will be unleashed when the blood starts to rain
sixteen years in the game
still spitting evil sh*t, it’ll always be the same
never gonna change for a p*ssy*ass lame
so, you’re best to recognize, put respect on my name
still keeping it going on this grind*mode sh*t
with my bl**dy mask looking devilishly mean
as i butcher every rapper in this crooked industry
cuz i’m a murdering, murdering, murdering, murder machine
[chorus: chuckklez]
murdering, murdering, murder machine
murdering, murdering, murder machine
murdering, murdering everything
there’s too many to rest while on your knees
sawing all down ’til you beg and plead
cutting y’all up, whom you want to be
said y’all don’t matter who the f*ck we be
we’re murdering, murdering, murder machines

[verse 2: razakel]
no, i’m just a little f*cked up
i’m a cannibal, i’m gonna eat you up
cut you into pieces, better pray to jesus
your time is up, you’re out of luck
i’ll drink your blood, i don’t give a f*ck, bro
steadily stalking you, lurking in the shadows
remove your insides, keep your carcass close
i’m the villain in the show, gonna k!ll your heroes
oh, you want it? i dare you to come f*cking get it
get left in the dust just like the rest
move the vindictive, beheaded
you’ll regret it, i’m telling you now
all we were left is your city
causing catastrophes, k!lling the weak
leaving behind bl**dy cities
i’m a murder machine, i k!ll as i please
no stalking, no running, there’s no escaping
keeping a piece of your body for me
add them to my collection, my bl**dy trophies
i’m the evil queen, razakel the wickedness
get left buried in the ditch
i can see you piece of b*tch
[chorus: chuckklez]
murdering, murdering, murder machine
murdering, murdering, murder machine
murdering, murdering everything
there’s too many to rest while on your knees
sawing all down ’til you beg and plead
cutting y’all up, whom you want to be
said y’all don’t matter who the f*ck we be
we’re murdering, murdering, murder machines

[verse 3: evil pimp]
i’m out here back on my grind
got that body been weighing my mind
i don’t f*ck with these hoes cuz d5 h*lla high and these b*tches be wasting my time
don’t make me catch up with you
that bare*point four will hit ya
so, smile for the flash
but it ain’t no phone that hit ya
we rockstar, we got that work
the soft are hardened at work
i’m cuckoo for all of them dollars
my hustling they saying it be going beserk
that’s another fact, that’s another stack
that’s another wrap, bag it up, make it so quick
thick keys in the whip, that’s a mexico to trip
better house with all of these rich
that naughty truck, how did we flex?
the haters i do not be stressing
if you keep them on your mind you’re sure to be losing your blessing
no worries, i’m making this hoe such an offer, them stories and bundle of tape
my mind is a murderous novel and this is the chapter from part of my life
where me and you can mix
your pockets full of that lint
my person, he made me a mill
but left by these already spit
but you’re broke, i cannot cope
finesse them with that soap
so, just be all you want
just a old n*gga moving that dope
[chorus: chuckklez]
murdering, murdering, murder machine
murdering, murdering, murder machine
murdering, murdering everything
there’s too many to rest while on your knees
sawing all down ’til you beg and plead
cutting y’all up, whom you want to be
said y’all don’t matter who the f*ck we be
we’re murdering, murdering, murder machines

- wicked sick productions lyrics

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