Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo′ murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo′ murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo′ murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murd-

Slickity Sloth the butcher creeping through with that mystic style

Smoking on whatever

Been a junkie since I was a child

Everytime I think of death I start to gon and crack a smile

Never gave no fuck about this life and that′s me keeping it mild

Killer gorilla maniac

Put their ashes on my blunt

The police keep hollering "Where they at?"

Buried them in front the lawn

The scarecrow with silent weapons I pull the trigger then disperse

The bodies get dumped in acid so they have no need of a hearse

Looking at the window like I′m staring at a television

Smoking just to pass the time

Slick had died and Christ has risen

Listen to the sixes hissing

Tipping crucifixes

Missing pieces in my wrist it seems I'm sleeping

Chest beating ceases

Riding in the Cadillac with cataracts

Lungs black and chapped

Should have put a cap on those ashes

Lacking in fashion

Fuck getting cashed out bitch

I′m lacking

You're plastic, recyclable and everlasting