Текст песни Mystikal - Murderer 2
Mystikal - Murderer 2 слова песни
Mothafuckin` murderer x2Murdered my sisterthe only thing ?I`m tryin to tell? is to take it to that niggaget that mutherfucker what I tell myselfmake that mutherfucka feel what Chell feltheavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyesfuck the fussin and the fights why she have to diecouldn`t ?beleive my baby? to leave away from here so goddamn earlyI tried to tell her that nigga was bad news but she ain`t heard me fact was that she love this bitchbut she found love on the graveyard shiftand how many ? mutherfuckin` quick lift, or spliff, on the fifthfind my baby sister she ain`t deserve that shitnigga you couldn`t of, nigga you wouldn`tput your hand on a women, how could it be my sistercan`t say I wouln`t miss herbut I wouln`t forget chaget that bitch for every time he hit yahe gone pay for what he did yaMURDER!Motherfuckin Murderer x3possesed that nigga that hurt her100% black queen self ?every women?nigga you lost your fuckin` life when you took hers from heryou took her from her brothersand her baby mother from herbut after its said and done your ass gone burn like its summereven ?a fuck? bout a systemsister was your victimfuck he said he didi itwhat the fuck you mean your being a victimfuck him, I`ll get `embe that nigga to deal with himcut him and split him, reverse that feelin`commited ?mutherfuckin? centuries under my ceilin`the paper said lacerations to her ? what did the killin`but thats on my first born to make him my first bloodnigga you took her from her fuckin` close friends and first cous`she would probably miss my partner she was cool with? multiplied by the people she went to school withnever the less, rest my sweet sister?I`m about to? handle this buisnessget that thing and kiss ya pictureheavenly fatherhe done put me in that waterbut I got to get theat bitch for what he did to my momma daughternever dreamed he`d be the one to hurt hershe died a bloody murderMURDER!Motherfuckin` Murderer x4into the tick-tock of the wee hourshit started to get sourshe was killed by that fuckin` cowardhow could nothin` take so much andno more was uppin` no more huggin`but his conciense know the truth so he fucked up andher memories was all that was left so to that I`m clutchin`she was taken out of your reach now you can`t touch herunfortunatly also taken from us so we gotta sufer?dabalin`? down to that last suppergotta hustlefeelin` my album shake the devil upreconstruct this motherfuckaI never slowed down just throw it down like I know howthought I do it like she would have wanted me to do itI still can`t believe I lost her in the worst wayshe died wearin` my very first T-shirt on my birthdaynow what the fuck I`m supposed to celebratewould have celebrated if I caufgt his assbut I got in my ?bed? and its too lateeverybody gotta roll they must playno hollerin` when to pray but this mutherfucka gotta paythere will be no reasonable excuse for what you`ve doneeven ignored him when he started stealin` from mecause them was crumbsa raindrop to a riverhuh, a sinner to a christiana holler to a whispershe was the sole reason that I got along wich yabut I`m a never heal from the scars of what you did to my sisterMURDERER!Motherfuckin` Murderer x6