[Hook: Mic Buddah]
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Looks like, feels like murder
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Smells like, tastes like murder
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Feels like, tastes like murder
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Must be murder
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Looks like, feels like murder
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Smells like, tastes like murder
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Feels like, tastes like murder
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Must be murder
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[Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man]
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When God comes it curtains, baby butchering, bloodthirsting and body burnin¡¯ rupturing aneurysms from your brain burstin¡¯
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I smack Leatherface and laugh at Jason
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I stick my dick in that Lucifer chick that used the crucifix for masturbation
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Satan¡¯s coroner, kiddies lock your door, it¡¯s the art of war
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Spittin¡¯ horrorcore since Lionel Richie was a commodore
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Its 'M' for Murder Hitchcock,
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I start a convo, like who you like better, Big or Pac
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Then I suck your pussy ¡®til your clit pop
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Yeah boy, like I¡¯m Flavor Flav with a big clock
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Dispatchin¡¯ any competetor, you¡¯re regular
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Detachin¡¯ your your retina, the bloodsheder bitches piss on me
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My dick meat stink like pastrami
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My white ass is whiter than Mitt Romney
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Hillary Clinton can get her clit done with my big tounge
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Have the bitch strung, once me dick swung, her lip drip cum
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When I bust I leave more than your face and your mouth smothered
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I leave your coach and your living room and your whole house flooded
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¡®Til every fan bumps this, I¡¯m rowdy ravenous and rambunctious
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Have white bitches wearin¡¯ hammer pants dancin¡¯ to can¡¯t touch this
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I paint pictures on canvases, stick a fist up your bitches like hand puppets
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Pussy gargalin lickin¡¯ your clam nuggets
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Lyrically you ain¡¯t never caught a body
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I dunk your head and make you drink the shitty piss water in the porter potty
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Lesbian orgy with Earthlings and green bitches fuckin in public
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I¡¯m on some other shit, I get aliens on a mothership suckin¡¯ dick
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I¡¯m the best and that¡¯s it, put me on top your rap list
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Have all the dead rappers come out their graves, and do my ad-libs
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Bitch, c¡¯mon
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
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They say you are what you eat, I don't recall eating a fuckin¡¯ rapist
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I throw a rock up in the sky and hit a freakin¡¯ spaceship, I¡¯m goin¡¯ ape shit
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Hey bitch, how come everytime you give me head
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My dick get cut up by the seam of your braces
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A grown man that still lives in his mama¡¯s basement
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Dissect a fuckin¡¯ ape and give it a brain replacement
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I murk y'all, bitch you soft as a Nerf ball
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Auto-erotic asphyxiation, choke myself when I jerk off
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Put your ass in the dirt dog, created the law of Kershaw
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But the pussy smell like pamino's, then man that's just a turn off
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None of you dumb fucks concernin¡¯ us
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I tie you to the gas stove in hell tell Lucifer turn the furnace up
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Me and R.A. the Rugged, you fuckers gon¡¯ love it
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You a bitch, you snuggle with men, take dick, kiss it and chug it
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I¡¯m a glut and eat buckets of nuggets of human flesh
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And blow his rap budget on crack, snacks and puppets
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Fuck a metaphor, I metamorph into a feather dwarf
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With a knife and slam my dick inside the dresser drawer
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Strangle you, I strangelin¡¯ myself to see who die quicker
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Poppin¡¯ your casket with a pistol like surprise nigga
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So when we die, make it to the pearly gates
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When God don¡¯t let me in I clap his ass with this .38
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Forensic scientists can¡¯t even identify the shit that I did to the bodies
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Blood stain in the lobby, morphine in the IV, cut scalpel when I see
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I'm fly to death, Kamikaze, I¡¯m probably in Illuminati
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Fuck a beat, I rock over a queef
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And if I go broke I¡¯m stickin¡¯ Kanye West for his teeth
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[Hook]
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Smells Like
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