Rittz - Bloody Murdah lyrics
[Rittz - Bloody Murdah lyrics]
With us yeah, yeah yeah
Shit my flow's aggressive
I've been told that it's so impressive
Might have heard me on a smoking session
Sounding nasally but mainly cause my
Nose was messed up i been out in California
Snorting blow with Ke$ha
There's no one fresher
But no one ever compliments me
So many dope white boys out
Now I'm chopped liver
But, if you want Rittz then this
Is what I'll give you the C-N T and me
I brought the rest of the South with us
The smell of my outfit it's so
Loud on the cloud thickest
So I don't got not time
To pay attention to gossipers
Slumerican the clique if they ain't
With us they not winners
Monstrous platinum murdering you are
An eye witness
Run for cover thought I was bluffing
Now die bitches your five fingers only thing
The Troopers done found
The rest of your body dumped
In the Chattahoochee to drown
You fucked around and shit so don't be trying
To punk me it's gon' be a bloody-
MURDAH! You step to Rittz up in this bitch
It's about to be a bloody- mURDAH!
On any record, any second
It could be a bloody- mURDAH!
Give me a reason: leave them leaking
Got them screaming bloody- mURDAH!
Jonny Valiant in this bitch!
Whack rappers be thinking they
Doper then they are i should have a deal
I supposed to been a star
I rather watch an episode of Khloé & Lamar
Than have to listen to you spit
A bar this shit is garbage
Get a thesaurus or a rhyming diction-
-ary every verse I heard
You laying is terrible
That bullshit'll never get no
Play on my stereo
You don't want to challenge me cause
If anything I'll embarrass you, bitch
Red do and I'm daring you I don't care if you
Buzzing online it doesn't make
A difference to me, nah
Many trending MC's
Before I let 'em beat me I will put a
Pistol to my head pull
The trigger and squeeze
Before I buy a pair of skinnier jeans
A nightmare, I don't fight fair
Can you put an end to your dreams
Keep sleeping on me and pretending I'm weak
I'm takin' over
Guarantee that when you see me
There gonna be a bloody-
1079 in Atlanta told em better
Play my record cause
If not I'm bout to murder your staff
Guess I'm headed to the peoples station
Great strippers waiting
With his gun he told me put down the gat
I looked down and laughed and smashed
I'm like fuck it I'm gone
My manager calling me pissed
"what the fuck have you done?"
I told him: "I been representing for
Atlanta since the 90's showing love
So why the fuck nobody showing me none?"
I'm sick of holding my tongue
While so many come and go
And nobody try to put me in the spotlight yet
A ton of rappers like me
Been grinding for years
Trying to make a rep for this north-side shit
So before I quit I'm going to
Go on a killing spree
And murder anybody trying to say
They ain't feeling me
Or any whack artist trying to say
They as ill as me
Rappers biting wanna Milli Vanilli me
Bout to really be a-