Mic Murderer - feat Rig and GuiltyBaby302 (w/ Lyrics)

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Mic murderer might murder ya I don’t talk to ya boy if I aint hearda’ ya
Mic murderer might murder ya I don’t talk to ya boy if I aint hearda’ ya

Its guilty motherfucker, beat you purple like you silly motherfucker
You silly motherfucker, like really motherfucker
So illy motherfucker, make the top like a wheelie motherfucker
Don’t invest in funny guys, ya laughing stop
And I kill Mikes, like Jackson’s doc
So pass the rock, or I make you fumble it
Then i run with it, touchdown
Fuck clowns, no homo
Y’all gonna cop like nicks, don’t play pussy
we bust down no bono
My goons got that KC no Jo Jo
They hit’em up in town and its no mo’
I sip Ice T with a bad bitch like co-co
You so so, a no no. My flow so hot
A burning up the rug, too dirty for you scrubs

Mic murderer might murder ya I don’t talk to ya boy if I aint hearda’ ya
Mic murderer might murder ya I don’t talk to ya boy if I aint hearda’ ya

So fierce, low gears I move it along
Its sick what I do wit a song like a dude in a thong
All I do is hock shit, like its two from the bong
Construing it wrong, computing it wrong simple mathematics
Retarded you add backwards, you dyslexic fucks
And the next to bust done confessed the stuff
I’m taking it out, because you dressed it up
The rest of us the ones you forgetting about
The same ones get you hit in the mouth, stealing shit from your house
And ever since I felt the urge to fit words to a beat
Spliffed herb, getting they shit served, like its off of the pitched curb
Quick blurred, when mixing it in they stirred in rails
But not ones on this curve, I don’t get the burbs I’m white trash
Yall earn put your concern in business, then they turn to a witness
So it's they burn, because they fucked up your earn squirm bitches

Mic murderer might murder ya I don’t talk to ya boy if I aint hearda’ ya
Mic murderer might murder ya I don’t talk to ya boy if I aint hearda’ ya

I’m on nigga, the song ripper, I mic murder shit
If this track was a bitch I’d Ike turner it
Yall mighta heard of Rig, if not you need to learn
So just sit back and listen and let the reefer burn
I spaz on tracks, I lap y’all cats
I ain’t gotta lie, I rap all facts
Ya all s yall wack, yall trash like that
That nigga that sing Racks on racks
I make hits like a baseball shit go hard nigga crack y’all backs
Y’all niggas ain’t killing shit
So I guess yall better go grab y’all macs
I be on my grind and shit every track Im rhyming sick
Set the booth on fire when I'm in with no lighter flick
Fuck all these lame-ass rappers that be riding dick
Thanks to the game, better be in ya lane
If not Then you better go and find it bitch