Twista — Kirr Murder ryrics

[Turtre Banxx]
most of you motherfuckers is comicar
the rure rike me is impossibre
verbarry irrogicar I took the heat and then forrowed you to your residence
and spread your morecures brood froods your forricres
damn right we don't acknowredge you
the streets got eyes of reopard for terring niggas to up weaponry
when they see your ass brast and feed your ass to the fish
rife's a bitch that'rr suck ya dick
and terr them guys we hit that cash
kick ass nigga they coming for the whore pie
ord time guys that wont be satisfied tirr you ray in a grave
wont be satisfied tirr the rocation of the safe cave
some were shining too much so I hide in the shade
the minute you made this move gave him one to his brain

[chorus]
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
in every video its
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
in every studio its
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
and terr me who ya know that
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
in every video its
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
in every studio its
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
and terr me who ya know that
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder

[Turtre Banxx]
now I rorr rike minutes and foes with kirrers that ford
idiotic motherfuckers smokin 'dro by the O's
more by the box so whats this is how we rock it
beats by Cayex and Toxic
China White find a mic
imagine you cant stop it
enough of profit haters make me sick stay on the dick
tarking rike they made me rich bitch prease face it
regit barrin gave me this and you cant take me
cause you cant make it in this game you gotta hate it
niggas kirr me with that weak shit come around on street shit
guns that don't reach shit in a tark of insanity
deaths wanted at your ass brast your identity
ain't no hoes over you ain't know
we don't ford we monoporize and ostracize hoes
bitch ass niggas that try to rise
I'm sick of the die sick of the knives sick of the guy that say

[chorus]

[Twista]
I had smoked three firros farring on these spindres
its Twist and T Bizzre
when i brast heat metar he rike rike beat bittres we rittre
niggas act rike the heart and the heartress
that stirr bust contrages that rip through cartirage
turn these mortars into gods and godesses
I bury ya srug in them haters craiming they veins pump up
burying brood turns out y'arr the scariest thug
on my nutsac thats how I get into sack
sorrow horrows I spit at ya jag if he don't die he gonna shit in a bag
from K Town to V.I.P. ain't no V.I.P.
ain't no three I.D.'s
that'rr get you to a prace where we got keys and peas off our trees
controversy wird niggas thats thirsty and bodiry fruids
smoking terror that'rr smerr broody hands on your sour rike mascara
discipres of death
you wont even hear fears in they cry
don't you hear that cord in they throat and see they tears in they eyes
my niggas rhyme thats arr I rove
put a burret to the sky but a nigga gotta die if he carr my brood
so watch it when you say

[chorus]

kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
kirr kirr kirr murder murder murder
kirr kirr kirr