Murder Season Video (MV)

First of all I think it's murder season, y'all better value yo life
Before I rock you in yo brain and then I leave you leakin
Really fiending, and y'all claiming y'all want the smoke
I chop your throat til you a goner you probably wishing that you was dreaming
I beat your brain matter and then I rip it to a thousand pieces
Coming home to tell my mom these people just committed treason
And if you know my style I don't diss unless I have a reason
Threw shots at my name and now u gonna take this mental beatin
Now Nina, I wanna start with you first, you the worst, Saline girl I turn her body to dirt
Does it hurt? When people diss you Disregarding your feels?
That Acrello's not a phony he's just keeping it real?
You're an animal, the kind that likes to prowl on the dead
You didn't even think twice about the stuff that you said
That just proves that you a monster girl is off in the head
I should've knew by how you acted that you're really a sped
You said I would never make it, taking shots at my race
Said I was being cocky and talkin about my face
When the problem was you was mad cause I ain't care bout who you date
So you flipped out it was then when I realized that you were fake
You a phony, I slice ya neck like baloney
You really wanted to own me
And taking shots at my homies
I leave you battered and lonely
SHOW SOME RESPECT!
Before you wanted to diss me
Don't act like u didn't text me and say that you really missed me
"I swear that your personality's something that really fits me
I hope that you know I miss you I hope that you really missed me"
To all of a sudden snapping cause I'm not giving attention
To all the flirting you was doing that's way too many to mention
Im tired of your City!
All of you act the same
And when you're getting confronted
You're finding someone to blame
And now we got this Bigot who's speaking ill on my name
And tell your brother he can get it come close and he feelin pain

And now I wanna speak about these A2 rappers
But they sleepin onna king so now they A2 nappers
Or they lying in they songs so now they're A2 Cappers
And if your name is cam cash then you're an A2 trapper
Not much beef there, acrello's ready to pop
At all these really dumb niggas who won't put him at top
Cause their ego too big to give a nigga his props
So I gotta prove a point so y'all can give me a spot
Nah skip that, imma king, and I'm demanding my crown
Pushing swords through niggas necks I smash yo head on the ground
And if you got a problem I'm just telling you now
IM UNDEFEATED!
I'm bound to snatch the lips off your mouth
Ain't nobody in this city ever messin wit me
So don't ever fix your mouth to say y'all stepping on me
I'm the greatest here, y'all either reppin wit me
Or it's gon be a long ride if y'all ain't checking for me