Murder

You, fish fillet!

You're lame, late, and gay!

You, son of a bitch!

My bootyhole itch

It has teeth and a big mouth

With fangs

And you need to turn around

And bend down on your knees

Push your ass in the air

And wave it around 

Like you just don't care

Would you be pleased

If I tore you to shreds

Do you care if I'm filled with dread

And just like that I put a bullet in your head

You, fish fillet

Murder was the case

Murder- she wrote

And that's all I know

And you had to go

I know you begged for your mom

And you pissed your pants

But this chi town music's= Crunk 

Don't make mistakes

When your rhythm's junk

That you make and sampled

My mic is on

I just dropped it

Cuz you're so over

If you return  from the grave

My life's not over

But all you're  consumed with is my age

So here take another bullet this time in the knee- the next time you look at me and come for me it won't be pretty....

And take another in the back-

You cannot make up for what you lack

Murder is not a strange thing 

It's probably  the oldest act

Next time I'll shoot you

With a rifle in your dick and sack

Don't know if this is too strange for you 

But I almost needed to kill you

I had to hurt you

For what you represent

No need to repress yourself

I shout out Express Yourself

But you are a serpent

Sucking the life out of me

But I recover incessantly 

You are a weed around the tree

And I'm from around the way

And murder is in these days

Chitown music's  Crunk

And all you do is junk

You're rhymes are weak

And next time I'll torture  you for a week

Na na nuh booh boo

Your Nanna has  got a diaper for you

"Mommy, please help me!" You said

Not in front of Khalid

But I shot you

I shooooooot you

And I'd do it again

Murder

Such is the way to go

Murder

It's all I really know