Doja Clik - Call Me A Murdera lyrics

Call me a murderer Motherf**ing k**a High off that bong k** Cali thrilla Though you can't k** a g Let alone see a g k**n' motherf**ers in the first degree Always down to jack cause I'm down for mine Tryin' to make my bail Cause I'm Hard On Da Grind Fool it's that sh** that's on hit Makin' s**as sick Playa hatas wanna trip Then I gotta get my Glock Watch these s**as flocke Watch these s**as flocke Stay off my jock If I catch a fool who's out to get me Off with the head Like a chicken with no wings Cook his a** up Feed him to my kid Cause I'm sick With the sh** I spit b**h man I can't fade silly bustas I hate Take him to my dungeon Decide their fate Wait 24, the next night I go Back to the place Where the lost souls rome Get up real close Look at our eyes See fear of another Waiting to die I still don't give a f** about d**h k**in' fools just for fun Until I breathe my last breath Darkness lurks through my mind It's hard to find a light I'm a k**a so I can't be kind Frite night every night For a s**a punk motherf**er k** him slow Like a rock to a clucker Bustas recognize look me in the eye And see d**h Step into my game without a ref I bless you with the dose to your tongue Make you see visions of d**h People hung I come from the dungeons of doja Put a stick of dinamite in your mouth And explode ya I should be dead Talkin' is crazy But there hasn't been a s**a yet to fade me Maybe I'll return Resurrect myself Come back and take away his health and his wealth Causes found they drama Give his a** trama Let them playa hatas know that I'm a Crazy lunatic that's back from the grave Take him to my dungeons Make em all my slaves I don't have no love My mind is full of hate When I know I'm goin Murder damn I can't wait But I keep calm to do my job right I know in my mind some s**ers die tonight I might let me live Let him live in fear But I never let it go pa** the f**ing year People come to me, ask me if I'm sick Yes I'm crazier than (??) Bustas don't you trip Bustas I know you hear me so eat dicks up If I catch you slippin' fools I'm choppin' your f**in' (??) up Then I rat-tat-tat-tat on that a** Will I have to blast, If I got you bare handed Breakin' ain't thinkin' it hard test And if you get away, that doesn't mean sh** Cause I'll catch ya, stick my hand in your (?) And laugh at cha (??) with the sh** man I kinda hate myself, cause I'm a crazy lunatic Rippin' up bodies (yeah) k** them like molly Down to get naughty when I'm drinkin' a (?) It's gonna be a murder at midnight Plus I got mint, tow up, go on the act right Motherf**er....gone ______________________________________________________