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 Doja Clik Call Me A Murdera LyricsCall me a murderer Motherfucking killa High off that bong Kill Cali thrilla Though you can't kill a g Let alone see a g Killn' motherfuckers 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 doja shit that's on hit Makin' suckas sick Playa hatas wanna trip Then I gotta get my glock Watch these suckas flocke Watch these suckas 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 ass up Feed him to my pit Cause I'm sick With the shit I spit bitch made 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 eye to eye See fear of another Waiting to die I still don't give a fuck about death Killin' 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 killa so I can't be kind Frite night every night For a sucka punk motherfucker Kill him slow Like a rock to a clucker Bustas recognize look me in the eye And see death Step into my game without a ref I bless you with the dose to your tongue Make you see visions of death 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' this crazy But there hasn't been a sucka yet to fade me Maybe I'll return Resurrect myself Come back and take away his health and his wealth Causes his family drama Give his ass 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 suckers die tonight I might let me live Let him live in fear But I never let it go pass the fucking 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 fuckin' ears off up Then I rat-tat-tat-tat on that ass Will I have to blast, If I got you bare handed Breakin' aint thinkin' it hard test And if you get away, that doesn't mean shit Cause I'll catch ya, stick my hand in your heart And laugh at cha im comin sick with the shit man I kinda hate myself, cause I'm a crazy lunatic Rippin' up bodies (yeah) Kill them like molly Down to get naughty when I'm drinkin' a bacadi It's gonna be a murder at midnight Plus I got mint, tow up, go on the act right Motherfucker....gone ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com Send "Call Me A Murdera" Ringtone to your Mobile
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