Hurracane, Twisted Insane - Ready for the Murder lyrics

Is you ready for the murder?
What up Homie, is you ready for the murder?
You know I am ayeyo

Do you really wanna kill wit me?
Follow mothafucka, Then drill with me
Come on homie, Get your steel with me
All we gotta do is get the
Victim & Get her sippin
On something and have her slippin
& slumpin in the seats
Then we can take her to a
Secluded area where we bury her
Then we put the Chainsaw to her feet
But we gotta be discreet
We don't need any little interruptions
I don't want nobody seeing me
Backing the truck in
I don't want nobody saying
Of seeing a certain
Nigga with a sicker meddler in the streets


Did you bring the barbwire?Cause we
Need to tie her down
If not she gon be jumpin off the ground
Probably need a roll of duck tape
A couple cans of mace for the screamin
She gon be letting out a sound
Hope you will be ready, Don't punk out
I already got the pump out &
I cleaned the truck out
All we need to do is to wait now
Maybe gonna walk up on her and
Maybe blow her whole face
But we gotta have patience
Don't kill her yet
I wanna see what's gonna happen after I
Put this grapple in the kitty kat
What, she trynna fight back? She gon
Be shot for the bleeding
I'm trynna leave her Ass leaking
For no apparent reason hold up a second
I gotta slip up and get her if
Imma shoot her in the face
We just need to calm down, Putting
Our guns & knives down
And walk up to her ass at the place
Slide her a drink and talk to her
(just approach her
Man just say something to her)
Yo, hey wassup
I've been watching you from over there
And the way you sittin in that chair
I see your underwear
I see you like pink, yeah I like it too
Why won't you kicks it with me
Let's see what these drinks will do
Oh you don't drink? So why you at the bar?
Fuck it, it's a change of plans
Follow that bitch out to her car
And I will lay in the bed of the truck with
A stick of duck tape & a barbwire ready
And when I hop out of that
Motherfucker imma cut it so deep
I hope a piece look like confetti
I'm talking bout annihilating
Disintegrating a hoe
Big ungrateful little bitch
What she mean she don't drink?Why the
Fuck is she gon be
Up at the bar? She think a Nigga don't think?
Now she got a motherfucker mad at her
Imma fuck her
Still need a Nigga to put the mag in her
I was only gonna kill & rip & kill her
Now imma eat the bitch for breakfast
Lunch & dinner
Watchu mean you don't wannabe a part of this?
You did & already got a part and started it
Why you think I had you
Load up the hollow tips?
Mainly Planted the shells
With your fingertips
I knew what you said from
The start you was down
Now you're trynna pull your motherfucka
Like a fuckin clown
Where you think you're going?
Sit your Ass down because if you try to run
I will blow your back out
Whatchu mean you gon get me first?
Watchu gon do? Call the cops from
The phone in her purse?
I think you like this bitch, I think that's
The fuckin reason that it made you switch
Listen homie I don't play that Shit
So you better straighten up so
We can kill this bitch but for now
Imma roll her Ass off in a ditch & call
The homie Brainsick so we can do this quick
(aye Yo, give me the fuckin phone you
Dumb ass the fuck yo man what's next?)

I don't really think you mothafuckas
Ready for the murder
Having a circa, hookin & bookin
They cookin like they was burgers
Split em with everybody in the vicinity
Enemies Run up & get your remedy
Fill em up with the burner
Split the bitch up, and She was too lonely
There's no concern, Psychological sick, I'm
Finna open your flesh
Get the bitch out the freezer
I'm finna heat her
& eat her, When nobody really need her
I'm Finna bring her to death
Niggas be wolfin like I would put
One up in your grave i lay a body to rest &
They cover you in the dirt
Now homie there some are trippin
Catching one of you
Fades, and put one up in your face
I was too ready for work
Bust em up in their neck &
I'm feelin like I been noggin
Because I'm up on a mission that
Hit em up with the shit
You can look into my motherfuckin eyes & you
Realize You ain't really dealin
With the sick, are you ready for the murder