Brotha Lynch Hung, G-Macc, BZO - Murder Over Hard lyrics

I just got off the phone with DJ Kat
(Roberto, let's do it!)

It was murder over hard, like I like my eggs
Eat 'em up
She don't need no motherfuckin' grave
We in love
Me and murder, we tight like vice grips
She don't know the raw
I like my murder over hard

Yeah, I got some different
I'm grippin' the samurai
I'll be damned if I spit at
Your bitch and I am denied
I'm John Allen Muhammad
My son is John Malvo
Snipin' at you rappers and there
Ain't no need for I.V
Or I.D. or poisonous ivy, nigga, try me
Now so niggas'll bubble up
Like some fried meat
Now those niggas won't try me
I got a variety
They try to be
Lie to me, tell me that nigga's tight as me
Like the type that eats meat
I'll eat and not eat, I like the raw meat
Pussy meat
Push me, I'll put you right in the saw seat
I'll cut your head open
It's Spidey, he's off the opium
Scopin' 'em right out the trunk and
I'm 'bout to open 'em
I don't really wanna cope with the
"Lynch is fallin' off" shit
I'm puttin' bodies in bags
And haulin' off shit
I'm in the lobby with
Magnifiers and y'all's kids
I'm 'bout to burn 'em
You better come out, y'all bitches

It was murder over hard, like I like my eggs
Eat 'em up
She don't need no motherfuckin' grave
We in love
Me and murder, we tight like vice grips
She don't know the raw
I like my murder over hard

Shit, real shit
What I talk about'll make you run
Out the house and kill shit
I've got famous from layin' 'em all out
Sprayin' 'em all up
Like grave dig
Put the shovel in the face
And spin the corner
Long ride
Jump out the doghouse with the cartoon nina
If we leave anything like she breathin'
We eatin', leave clean-up
Mean muggin' to get your spleen
Tucked when I squeeze nina
Meat cuttin'
The meat market, put your shot?
Cock it to back
Mean snub-nose out the front seat of the
He knows we killin' up shit like
Vietnam and I'm leavin' 'em
Hangin' there
Like puttin' seasoning, beats with a machine
Deep-freezin' 'em
Cut 'em evenly in half after
The meat is done
And I don't even need to finish this verse
Y'all know I'm shit
Like potty training
I'ma be aimin' at targets hit
I mean
Choppin' it up
Cock it and lock it, like hot in the oven
Hot and ready, kidnapped in public
(I like mine over easy)

It was murder over hard, like I like my eggs
Eat 'em up
She don't need no motherfuckin' grave
We in love
Me and murder, we tight like vice grips
She don't know the raw
I like my murder over hard

This is all I think about
This is all I talk about
Trust me
If I cut off his legs
Then he won't be walkin' out
Sacramento king
I don't wanna get Adam Vinatieri on him
I just klack him with the thing
Wrap 'em up and then have
At a nigga's spleen
That's what happened on the scene
(What happened?) Dinner and a
Took him to the dinin' room and I'm
Splittin' him up like Bobby and Whitney
Nobody gettin' him up
Sippin' on a cup of blood
Right out the wine glass
Sittin' by the fireplace with a
Nigga's brains in my plate
I'm as hard as they come, I make niggas hard
When I spit to bitches
They come right out they leotards
I clean it up with my tongue
I love to eat skin
I like them bitches you really
Could sink your teeth in
Somebody save me
I'm 'bout to go off the deep end
You think I'm strange now
Just wait 'til this weekend
Invite her to dinner and stab it in her

It was murder over hard, like I like my eggs
Eat 'em up
She don't need no motherfuckin' grave
We in love
Me and murder, we tight like vice grips
She don't know the raw
I like my murder over hard