Murder World
    (专辑: Masters Of The Dark Arts - 2012)
    
    I'm having homicidal urges, visions of bloody money  Ain't nothing funny, a 
serpent sliding under the 
surface  I 
purchase diamonds and guns  Splurging on blackjack, cocaine, gold chains, and bitches is worthless  The 
essence of my habits is twisted and prolific  It's been predicted that I 
would die by my own biscuit  Amongst the 
wicked who take gambles for phone digits  It ain't a 
life worth living if you don't risk it  A 
moment till my atonement  Taking ownership for all the 
domes I 
split  Keep a 
sharpness believing everything impossible  Took the 
highway and caught beef with lots of you  So keep your black shades on when the 
villain shine  You kids been talking about a 
long time about killing mine  I'm too cagey, yous are half of my age  I 
still got the 
fucking hunger I 
had back in the 
days   Murder World, welcome to your death after your afterlife  I 
murder you again, laugh with the 
burner to your head  Support your local murder music, shoot that piece of shit  With the 
burner to it and the 
Cadillac swerve into it   Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic  Rituals of madness, follow the 
leader, copy this, watch me flip  Back to beef and rocking Timbs and rocking more lo than Ralphie's Kids  Catch a 
machete up your ass like Gaddafi did  Better yet catch that HIV like Liberace did, kid  The 
ancestor of every reaction is thought  In every line is like a 
landslide, an avalanche of course  Blizzard of Oz, children of war, cities are gone  Missiles are launched, systems evolved, pistols are sparked  Out the 
mouth I 
speak murder shit  Like Jesus Malverde did, I 
put you to sleep permanent  Sleep with the 
trout, my homies fillet piranhas  You plan to spray Llamas but you still gay like Dahmer  I'm Coka for life, trench-coats and assault rifles  Motorcycles, snipers leave you with a 
shit bag buying diapers   Murder World, welcome to your death after your afterlife  I 
murder you again, laugh with the 
burner to your head  Support your local murder music, shoot that piece of shit  With the 
burner to it and the 
Cadillac swerve into it