Gawne - Murder Lyrics

Gawne - Murder Lyrics
Heard there was a gnatSomeone get the fuckin' flyswatter, I'm bouttaRemix the whole MTBMB B side on em'Besides, I'd rather murder music than be murdered by itSo word to Shady, these bars are like CovidAnd right off the bat, I insert the virusFuck baseball, I'd rather make y'all goGo bat an eyelid, back just in time to go cause some violence
Mentally, I'm enterin' into the killer motiveThink I'm really bout to murder every single syllableI got this feelin' in my bones, I could deliver the sickest because I'm flowin' like a ripperWhen I'm spittin', now a tidal wave is hittin' anybody thinkin' was gonna stay afloatIs gotta be kiddin', you going down like a yacht that is sinkin'You bout to drown, get up out and go swimmin'Limitless, now that I'm winnin', still feel a little bit of bitternessStill loadin' the Tec up, and then I let it spray, the bullets penetratin' into enemiesThe bodies end up fallin' as I hop into the vehicle and sped away, the MPH is 70, and I get awayEverybody prolly thinkin' that I wasn't gonna hit em' with the quickest trigger fingerLike I was a gunner, it's no wonder that I really gotta burn em'Like Atlanta in the summer, spittin' hotter than a furnace and infernoEvery time that I be writing in my journal, I'm a little bit too earnest, word to HemingwayI'm never gonna emulate, I might not write in cursive but my pen is greaterTell the haters I will never let em get away cause' I'm a predatorBeen catchin' all my prey and then I slay em', I'm beheadin' em'Beretta, got a better gun, you better run, the day I'm lettin' anyone get awayI be deader than a war veteran, mentally, need more medicineSomeone's at door the door, let em' inMailman, with a letter sent from EminemShady told me that I killed this remix, I'm someone you should prolly never bet againstMore ideas than a lightbulb, EdisonI already fucked this beat one time, round two, so I guess I gotta get the pussy wet againDeer in the headlights, venisonGot no peers on the Mike, TysonHere to take y'all Jake Pauls straight to the jawMake an 8 fall, like an 8 ballY'all are blind to my skill like AdolfOther words, you can not see, not talkin' bout Ray Charles(you cannot see)They say I'm way too taboo, y'all can go suck it like vacuumsI'm goin' apeshit, baboons, y'all get exposed like old photos in a black roomYuh, ice on my wristwatch, don't mean that I TikTokUnh, step to me, get stepped on, like some flip flopsUsed to listen to B.I.G. and Pac, now we listen to Gucci GangWonder why I made Death to Mumble?It's time for us to save hip-hop