Jeff Dahm

Never heard of me I been murdering on a first degree It's a certainty that I merk the beat on a murder spree A 3rd degree when I burn the beat Not concerning heat, hot as furnace be So call me Bunsen when burning beats Never heard of me I been murdering on a first degree It's a certainty that I merk the beat on a murder spree A 3rd degree when I burn the beat Not concerning heat, hot as furnace be So call me Bunsen when burning beats Knife grabbing, life stabbing essential holes If I put a pen to the paper then I'm sent for souls My victims cold, leave 'em stiff and froze Like the different poles People can hear I'm the truth But they don't know D4oesz It's obvious the way that I'm not a hit when I body shit A table saw, let the body split when I driving this Knife through the body, body drop like the album is Vision getting dark like it's spooky, music turn ominous They closed up, niggas sleep like a couch bed that fold up Rappers getting sent to the butcher, turned into cold cuts Know what? Niggas couldn't stomach you Make us throw up like repping sets Niggas turn blanket sets when we fold ya Bodies hidden, no more spitting when I record I'm bottle sipping just so I can sift through you whores You got a lot of living before you reaching me boy I'm one of the nicest to end up under the mic Shit niggas ain' heard me before Never heard of me I been murdering on a first degree It's a certainty that I merk the beat on a murder spree A 3rd degree when I burn the beat Not concerning heat, hot as furnace be So call me Bunsen when burning beats Never heard of me I been murdering on a first degree It's a certainty that I merk the beat on a murder spree A 3rd degree when I burn the beat Not concerning heat, hot as furnace be So call me Bunsen when burning beats Since I turned to 4oesz I been grinding more Always time to flow Domino the way they be falling back when my rhyming show Common cold cuz I'm so sick I make yo sinus close Find the hole? No you can't f*ck with us In time you'll know I'm raw, you condom rappers turn into bastards When I f*ck the game in exchange I'm all that she's after I do my thing, knife through her veins All you find is disaster A crime scene you never seen Still ain' solving the chapter Beat filled with maggots Decapitated rappers in trash cans 4oesz for the masses Turning ya favorite rappers to has beens I sit back laughing as I'm severing the head of these bastards Might need a pastor to come and bless my soul like the rapture I'm bringing hell hounds Taking a shovel, digging up levels until hell found Strangle the devil, never gone settle 'til I bring hell down Then I return, body with burns I'm owning hell now Bodies decayed know that it smell foul Never heard of me I been murdering on a first degree It's a certainty that I merk the beat on a murder spree A 3rd degree when I burn the beat Not concerning heat, hot as furnace be So call me Bunsen when burning beats Never heard of me I been murdering on a first degree It's a certainty that I merk the beat on a murder spree A 3rd degree when I burn the beat Not concerning heat, hot as furnace be So call me Bunsen when burning beats