M.M.M.F.D., Axe Murder Boyz - Marked For Death lyrics
[M.M.M.F.D., Axe Murder Boyz - Marked For Death lyrics]
You're untouchable, unspeakable, and lonely
No one want to be in your vicinity
To avoid the possibility of
Catching them a bullet
When they pull up raise the tool
Up make 'em mentally deflate
As the target on your back is
Getting bigger by the minute
And the finger's on the trigger with
Your picture on the dash
Got 'em creepin' steady peepin' out
The window looking for you
Or somebody that might know you
Tryna earn some bloody cash
There's a price tag on your head that
Only gonna be increasing by the day
Motherfucker and you know that
Offer never will expire
Leaving your body set on fire
As they watch you celebrate
Fuck that even the dumb ones
Knew that it was coming
See me running like a chicken
With no motherfucking head
But there is no getting away
And no there isn't a drowning
You a hollow that will
Follow, when you spotted, you are dead
Now you are marked for death
Executioners, architects of this sick shit
When called upon to do a
Job with the quickness
We will carve your neck in a instant
As your body lay left in the trenches
Witness to the way they were sentenced
To a gruesome death, pillow cased him
Human flesh, I peel with anguish
Butcher Brothers been paid to do it
Another contract has been allocated
We grab the data then gravitated
To the go between with the package waiting
We salivatin' cuz the job is nice
They called us cuz we're the best
The Unsubs put the body in the trunk
Summed up you are marked for death (Uhh)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
Yeah it's time to die (die)
You marked for death so I'ma come on by (by)
Better believe that shit ain't no lie
Gonna send you to the Devil
So your body gon' fry (gon' fry)
Make My Motherfucking Day and AMB
We gunning for your neck (your neck)
Show some fucking respect (respect)
Or your face about to get checked
(get checked) underground that feed the home
303 is where we roam
Got an axe coming to your dome
What you get when you fuck with Bonez (oh)
I'ma fuck you up and I'm with the crew
Recognize that shit is the truth
Never know what we 'bout to do
But you marked for death so we coming for you
(for you)
Triple six on your head now
You're marked for death
I carve your neck, I start cardiac arrest
A lot of motherfuckers rapping
Really far from fresh off the rip
You better pray for God to bless you ho
Axe Murder finna cop your vegetables
I'm a ninja we the far from regulo
Young Wicked and I came here to let you know
You're next to go, man your life's expendable
Should have never awakened a sleeping animal
Wicked the way I handle them
Building a body count and then I'm gone
Bitch I'm bloody murder on a song
And I put the burner to your dome
(gun clicks and fires)
Everybody better get down
Spitting venom out the sick mouth
When I walk into the room they gotta
Tell to calm your chick down
Young Wicked in this bitch
(Kill 'em all then I dip out)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
We followed you around for a week
Taking notes about your whereabouts (woo)
And how you moved around, what
You liked to eat
And what time that you went to sleep (woo)
Yes, tonight's the night that we finna creep
The urge to kill and you are just killing me
Can't wait to cut your limbs and feet (Woo)
Sliced up in perfect symmetry
The enemy's outside your front
Door picking the
Lock with a bent up paperclip
While you're unaware that we're in your house
Walking up the stairs to your favorite
Room that you always sleep in (sleep in)
Woke you up from the sound when we reached in
Flicked on the lights so you
Could see the knife
That'll leave you leakin' tonight
Who did you piss on? Who did you shit on?
Now there's a hit on you that is due
And your dead severed head on a stick
And it's spit on and peed on because
We are all sick of you
Everyone took a vote whether or not
We should show you some love
That you as sure as hell didn't earn
Forget that let your face to bruise by
Your lonely, no homie to us
Giving no fucks if you burn
Let 'em burn just like a penis from a pussy
That you're hitting with a rubber
That is filled of STDs
That are probably incurable like puttin' a
Loaded Uzi in your mouth
And with your finger giving a
Fuck and trigger squeeze
Take a bullet in her melon either
Way you gotta die ho
So get it done do us one solid roll
Shoot at the target that's when your head go
Blow out your brains let 'em
Rain on the floor
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
No one want to be in your vicinity
To avoid the possibility of
Catching them a bullet
When they pull up raise the tool
Up make 'em mentally deflate
As the target on your back is
Getting bigger by the minute
And the finger's on the trigger with
Your picture on the dash
Got 'em creepin' steady peepin' out
The window looking for you
Or somebody that might know you
Tryna earn some bloody cash
There's a price tag on your head that
Only gonna be increasing by the day
Motherfucker and you know that
Offer never will expire
Leaving your body set on fire
As they watch you celebrate
Fuck that even the dumb ones
Knew that it was coming
See me running like a chicken
With no motherfucking head
But there is no getting away
And no there isn't a drowning
You a hollow that will
Follow, when you spotted, you are dead
Now you are marked for death
Executioners, architects of this sick shit
When called upon to do a
Job with the quickness
We will carve your neck in a instant
As your body lay left in the trenches
Witness to the way they were sentenced
To a gruesome death, pillow cased him
Human flesh, I peel with anguish
Butcher Brothers been paid to do it
Another contract has been allocated
We grab the data then gravitated
To the go between with the package waiting
We salivatin' cuz the job is nice
They called us cuz we're the best
The Unsubs put the body in the trunk
Summed up you are marked for death (Uhh)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
Yeah it's time to die (die)
You marked for death so I'ma come on by (by)
Better believe that shit ain't no lie
Gonna send you to the Devil
So your body gon' fry (gon' fry)
Make My Motherfucking Day and AMB
We gunning for your neck (your neck)
Show some fucking respect (respect)
Or your face about to get checked
(get checked) underground that feed the home
303 is where we roam
Got an axe coming to your dome
What you get when you fuck with Bonez (oh)
I'ma fuck you up and I'm with the crew
Recognize that shit is the truth
Never know what we 'bout to do
But you marked for death so we coming for you
(for you)
Triple six on your head now
You're marked for death
I carve your neck, I start cardiac arrest
A lot of motherfuckers rapping
Really far from fresh off the rip
You better pray for God to bless you ho
Axe Murder finna cop your vegetables
I'm a ninja we the far from regulo
Young Wicked and I came here to let you know
You're next to go, man your life's expendable
Should have never awakened a sleeping animal
Wicked the way I handle them
Building a body count and then I'm gone
Bitch I'm bloody murder on a song
And I put the burner to your dome
(gun clicks and fires)
Everybody better get down
Spitting venom out the sick mouth
When I walk into the room they gotta
Tell to calm your chick down
Young Wicked in this bitch
(Kill 'em all then I dip out)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
We followed you around for a week
Taking notes about your whereabouts (woo)
And how you moved around, what
You liked to eat
And what time that you went to sleep (woo)
Yes, tonight's the night that we finna creep
The urge to kill and you are just killing me
Can't wait to cut your limbs and feet (Woo)
Sliced up in perfect symmetry
The enemy's outside your front
Door picking the
Lock with a bent up paperclip
While you're unaware that we're in your house
Walking up the stairs to your favorite
Room that you always sleep in (sleep in)
Woke you up from the sound when we reached in
Flicked on the lights so you
Could see the knife
That'll leave you leakin' tonight
Who did you piss on? Who did you shit on?
Now there's a hit on you that is due
And your dead severed head on a stick
And it's spit on and peed on because
We are all sick of you
Everyone took a vote whether or not
We should show you some love
That you as sure as hell didn't earn
Forget that let your face to bruise by
Your lonely, no homie to us
Giving no fucks if you burn
Let 'em burn just like a penis from a pussy
That you're hitting with a rubber
That is filled of STDs
That are probably incurable like puttin' a
Loaded Uzi in your mouth
And with your finger giving a
Fuck and trigger squeeze
Take a bullet in her melon either
Way you gotta die ho
So get it done do us one solid roll
Shoot at the target that's when your head go
Blow out your brains let 'em
Rain on the floor
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)
The Reaper's lurking in the shadow where no
Longer you can see your own reflection
Dead man walking's out of breath
Out of time to reconsider your
Decisions are no longer in
Your destiny's control because you know
You're marked for death (marked for death)