Jarren Benton - Ima Murder lyrics
[Jarren Benton - Ima Murder lyrics]
I kill a beat and paralyze a chorus
Fuck up your city like they
Let loose a Tyrannosaurus
Uh my pen is definite since rigamortous
My tongue's a lethal weapon here
My bitch is a sorceress
Three Sixes and torches
Three killers on horses
Drag a bitch through the forest
Oh the scene is so morbid
So sick and so torturess
But Jarren adores it
So open your eyes bitches
You better absorb it
I'm painting you portait's they
Feeding you horse shit
Their visions distorted leave them
Dead in theyre porsches
There's voices inside my head but
I'm scared of these forces
They want me to kill
Turning rappers to corpses
I'm chopping 'em up put
There organs in porridge
I hunger for blood appetite is enormous
And this is ether through your speakers
I can't sleep until I introduce
You niggas to the Reaper
Cause they so infatuated with the
Cars and the clothes me I got a thing for
Stabbing beats and killing flows
I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder
Blood stains cover up my hands
And on my paper bodies in the trunk of other
Rappers and you haters
I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder
K-IL-L-E-R Killer
Pop right back from the dead like Thriller
ATLien Eastside nigguh sips malt liqour
Sick thoughts nigguh
Semi-Automatic I'm a terminate a faggot
When the body decompose you can
Only see the maggots
Cut a motherfuckers head off with a hatchet
J's back at it sick black magic
Infatuated with murder
Intoxicated I'll serve up
Them bodies thick when they burn up
My DNA will not turn up
Whack ass shit don't concern us
Got bodies locked in my basement
They on the floor or in the furnace
I'm feeling insane my brains about to pop
I think I'm changing I'm transforming
Like an auto bot
I keep on killing what a feeling
No I'm not gonna stop
Electric Shock Therapy better but
What a thousand watts
Straight jackets come equipped
With 38 latches not enough to contain a man
With a crazed habit
And this is ether through your speakers
I can't sleep until I introduce
You niggas to the Reaper
Cause they so infatuated with the
Cars and the clothes me I got a thing for
Stabbing beats and killing flows
I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder
Blood stains cover up my hands
And on my paper bodies in the trunk of other
Rappers and you haters
I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder
Fuck up your city like they
Let loose a Tyrannosaurus
Uh my pen is definite since rigamortous
My tongue's a lethal weapon here
My bitch is a sorceress
Three Sixes and torches
Three killers on horses
Drag a bitch through the forest
Oh the scene is so morbid
So sick and so torturess
But Jarren adores it
So open your eyes bitches
You better absorb it
I'm painting you portait's they
Feeding you horse shit
Their visions distorted leave them
Dead in theyre porsches
There's voices inside my head but
I'm scared of these forces
They want me to kill
Turning rappers to corpses
I'm chopping 'em up put
There organs in porridge
I hunger for blood appetite is enormous
And this is ether through your speakers
I can't sleep until I introduce
You niggas to the Reaper
Cause they so infatuated with the
Cars and the clothes me I got a thing for
Stabbing beats and killing flows
I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder
Blood stains cover up my hands
And on my paper bodies in the trunk of other
Rappers and you haters
I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder
K-IL-L-E-R Killer
Pop right back from the dead like Thriller
ATLien Eastside nigguh sips malt liqour
Sick thoughts nigguh
Semi-Automatic I'm a terminate a faggot
When the body decompose you can
Only see the maggots
Cut a motherfuckers head off with a hatchet
J's back at it sick black magic
Infatuated with murder
Intoxicated I'll serve up
Them bodies thick when they burn up
My DNA will not turn up
Whack ass shit don't concern us
Got bodies locked in my basement
They on the floor or in the furnace
I'm feeling insane my brains about to pop
I think I'm changing I'm transforming
Like an auto bot
I keep on killing what a feeling
No I'm not gonna stop
Electric Shock Therapy better but
What a thousand watts
Straight jackets come equipped
With 38 latches not enough to contain a man
With a crazed habit
And this is ether through your speakers
I can't sleep until I introduce
You niggas to the Reaper
Cause they so infatuated with the
Cars and the clothes me I got a thing for
Stabbing beats and killing flows
I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder
Blood stains cover up my hands
And on my paper bodies in the trunk of other
Rappers and you haters
I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder