Yeah, Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Murder He Wrote, I
Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em 'til they're dead
Got a murderous plot that I jotted on my journal
It is hot, it's inferno
There is much I can learn you
Hip-hop, I'ma murder, murder rap, I'ma murder, murder
Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em 'til they're dead
Off with these rappers' heads
Termanology (dead), Skyzoo (dead)
Slaughterhouse, talkin' 'bout how my eyes see (red)
Why live? Let them die, I kill 'em, willing
Try feeling sympathetic for Blu, like poor Blu
Poor you, cup of acid, drink, splash it
Think as if killin' rappers is so fantastic
Statik, hurry, let's get this track mastered fast, kid
Murder He Wrote, leaving they throats slashes
Mad sick, I fuckin' hate dope rappers
If you ain't made it big, I'm killin' you
Ridicule anyone without whips and bitches in their videos
Little Brother (dead), Elzhi (dead)
Slaughterhouse, talking 'bout how my eyes see (red)
I is sick in the brain, R.E. Cocaine Kid
Had a talk with my conscience, my conscience said
"Reks, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em"
Yeah, Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Murder He Wrote, I
Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em 'til they're dead
Hello, Touré, what's in your double barrel?
Please don't shoot first, I have to reload to blast you
Raps will make me so unpopular
I wonder if Jean Grae would let me sit on top of her
Strangle life out of her, live on my webcam
Hi, is this Def Jam? My name is Reks and
I got some songs I'd really like to play for you
Amazing tunes, in 'em I'm talkin' about blazing dudes
JFK (dead), Brother Ali (dead)
Slaughterhouse, talkin' 'bout how my eyes see (red)
I am so fed up with the underground rap shit
Here, Statik, help me put poison pen in this casket
Crumb snatcher, don't be dramatic
I gotta light these matches to burn your body into ashes
Excuse me, Lil' Fame, how do I blast this
Murder He Wrote for the masses?
I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Murder He Wrote, I
Murder He Wrote, I kill 'em 'til they're dead
Bye-bye Jay Electronica, see you on the other side
I'ma kill my own crew, Chi-Knox and Lucky Dice
Cali (dead), John Hope (dead)
Slaughterhouse, talkin' 'bout how my eyes see (red)
See, I came up with this record for rappers who neglected
Don't take it as hate, 'cause they love it when you're dead, kid
Head is deranged, sick and insane
Gargle this bleach, target is me, load the bullets and aim
Now you're all dead (dead), and Reks dead
Slaughterhouse, talkin' 'bout how my eyes see (red)
I could swallow these pills and sleep on the way to heaven
Make my child a bastard on the way to hell
I told you papa didn't preach good lovin'
So I learned to hate from him well
The industry we now know don't got room for creativity
Murder He Wrote gon' make history (dead)
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