MURDERA

See me ride my Impala, cruising' round, but bitch, I'm shot up Bullet holes in my chest, I ain't lookin' for a doctor See the folds on your neck, come around, and they get shot off Wipe the blood off my face, then I send you to get caught up Hear the words when I speak You see blood on my feet And you lookin' so deceased Necklace made of old teeth From the victims I deceased Got your mother on her knees And she begin' for your keep I just slap the bitch, and weave Bitches, will get scalped If they out here walkin' round Operate in the town Where the screams they get drowned By the sound of a howl Witches cookin' out the pound Come around in my town And I'll feed you to the hounds Silver fanged wolves by my side, while I tote my fuckin' nine And they really take your life, if you play about mines I don't give no time, to a bitch who testify I just come to test the fire, I just come to test the fire, hoe