Murdered (feat. Polar Oppsites) Video (MV)

Lost my f*ckin head call me icobad crane bitch
The beast under your bed I'll put you inside your grave bitch
HHM sith gang f*ck the rest f*ck what you claim bitch
Will die for all my brothers ride or die never switchin lanes bitch

Creepin wit the lights off
9 tucked we aimin for the high score
Strike force we kickin in yo front door
What you got that gun for you wont let it bust hoe promise you'll be done for

Stomp on your head
Your brains gonna stick to my cleats
Blunt guts all up in my teeth
Pullin my sword from the sheath
Decapitate pussys when I go to swing, yuh

Choppa rounds hit like a pavelow
So you pussy mother f*ckers better go lay low
Evil mother f*cka I'll walk inside of hell satan gonna pull up like what's up mvko
Yuh

Pussy lil bitch pull up for that fade mane
Slit your f*ckin throat call that shit fillet
Make you jump ship got you rappers screaming mayday
Pull up on your block let it rip like bayblade

Hanging the noose
Ready to lose
Screaming f*ck all the rules
Creepin out tombs
Giving a f*ck what you prove
Dead bodies all on the news
I take the shrooms

Seeing demons all over my room
This is yo motha f*ckin doom
Telling me inhale the flumes
What's is your move?

Keeping it
Rising from under im never wit suckas
I'm stabbin ya causing the ruckas
And bucking and shooting away
Giving a f*ck what they say
Losing my brain

Feeling the rage
Watching my body decay
Up for the feasting
I'm never unleashing
They getting the motha f*ckin reason
When leaving them bleeding
Y'all suckas looking like leeches
I call up my demons
We getting scheming
Stomp on you groups
And you better believe it
Always be feenin
Leaving them dead wit no meanin

You know the term
If you snitching you gettin them stitches
I'm with never with bitches
Come catch me in ditches
Creeping wit witches
Always be gettin them wishes
Suckas out here just dissing

Festering with disease
Maggz a cryptic mother f*cker
Creeping in your crib in the dead night
Looking for a fix
Heard you flexin bout some bricks
I'm the creature with no features in your headlights
I boom boom with the f*cking two tone
Wig split
Lil bitch
Hit lil shorty then I pass her to the Witch now
I crash my whip into a ditch
Better yet I'll take the bridge
All my kinfolk back at home up on Roanoke Ridge

I got voices in my head they cloud my throughts at night
In tongues yet somehow guarantee they wanna see me die
I can't rest I'm losing blood from scratching out my eyes I still can't cry I ask them why
I scream out why
Why
Why
Why
Why