Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind - Season's Greetings lyrics

You didn't think anybody knew about that
Did you? But God saw you
Dan, don't, please,!
And you can't escape God's wrath!

Life's like ill, life might kill, mic skilled
Type, ill touch, beats crushed, lust
Find chill is euphoric
New porous enormous, huge portion
Ice cream, klondike mic
What would you do for it?
Who saw it? Vision prophetic, rhyme fetish
I get it
Niggas sweet, diabetic, give me heat
I'll set it
Wet and splash kids, as if, nigga
It's Outlaw
Spit game toxic, plottin' on your downfall

I'm photogenic
Prototype session completes the signal
From a single word that I bring you
It's unthinkable
Bystanders fill the Highlander head offer
Decapitate your partner
No longer the song launcher
Missile side wind
I'll find your fatigues jacket
Enemy that stayed on the
Low like Gene Hackman
Keep rappin', keep actin' and see the action
Nicholas Cage your captain and flee the Aspen

Garden snake, cross your weight
Off your face, i couldn't concentrate
Stop blocking shit, constipate
Foundation called brigade hawkin' Jake
Jake hawkin' me? Blazed off of trees
Move accordingly, slaughter disorderly
Often we
See the slain persecuted, the Judas polluted
Thought process nonsense that
Reigned undisputed
Take cover, stupid, the bomb droppin'
Quick, make a choice
Can't take the wrong option

Billy Crystal pistol, get caught the nickel
Government officials, they'll hit
You with time, it's simple
Run real fast for alleys for
You to dip through
Tossed the heat, pitbull, angle lock
It grips you one shot from my verse too hot
You felt the heat make the hole in your whip
Look like the Fratelli's Jeep
You said you nice as Murdock
And that's a L-IE
You lie, motherfucker, compulsive
Don't doubt on me

Great beats, smash tracks, hi hats and such
Zodiac, Cognac, nigga, pass the dutch
Actin' up, L Star and Jon 'dock again
Stick cats, click-clack, take that
Pop your men

Now there's no MC who could
Fuck with my mic action
The night slasher, might fracture your life
Fragile
Hundred pound wet-soaked body, frail
I'll mangle prized fighters who wanna tangle

Me, Jon help me, Jon
Help me, Jon help me, Jon
Help me, Jon help me, Jon
Help me, Jon help me, Jon help