Craig Xen, wifisfuneral - Murder lyrics

Woke up like whose face am
I gon' fuck up today
Anybody wanna get into it with me
I'ma get into it with 'em
I'ma leave 'em to lay
Ayy, yeah that shit's smackin', nigga
Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
We can clip all that shit
Look, ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh

Bitch, I woke up like whose face
Am I gon' fuck up today
Anybody wanna get into it with me
I'ma get into it with 'em
I'ma leave 'em to lay
Ok, I woke up like this morning
Who I'm fin' kill today
Break bread on the face
Smoke a blunt full of blood and
Then I paint me a way
Yeah it's that murder, murder
Leave 'em hurtin'
Pull up on 'em whippin' in a black Suburban
Ayo for certain, fuck nigga lurkin'
Spit like a hundred round
Drum now he squirmin'
Glock 45 when I move on the low
Ok I think it's safe to say
The devil's got my soul
Ok now move out with that work
I got the work on the low
Diamonds white like Mike Tyson got
The "K" and the "O"
Got that AK, gotta let it spray
Gotta let the choppa chop up his face
Man down, hundred round
Drummin' like a motherfuckin'
High school band
I be like "Hey say, bitch, come my way
Finna knock your ass back to yesterday"
Way hate? I'm pumping brakes
They say I'm too psycho in my brain
Psycho in the brain
Woke up entertained Like who the
Fuck strap this straight jacket?
When I find buddy I'ma let 'em have it
Woke up this morning and prayed to my ratchet
Fuck on a bad bitch right deep I'm a addict
(Ayy)
Damn, it's affect to the bands in my attic
(yeah, ayy)
Momma ain't know she was raising a savage
(Bitch, ayy)
Band outta can, gotta get another band
And indeed another grand
Hunnid grand what I'm after
To the afterlife I be a
Demonized goddamn shady bastard
Scratch on the palm of my hand
Breakin' laws of the land
Committed to die living insane
With a blade six inches, influencin'
Death to any and everybody against us

(O oh) yeah snapped on that bitch, yeah
Diablo on the beat, bitch ayy