lirik lagu hurricane – ready for the murder
(lyrics are mostly accurate but feel free to annotate any errors made)
verse 1 (hurricane):
is you ready for the murder?
what up homie, is you ready for the murder?
you know i am. aye…yo
do you really wanna k!ll wit me?/
follow mothaf-cka,then drill with me/
come on homie, get your steel with me/
all we gotta do is get the victim & get her sippin on something and have her slippin & slumpin in the seats/
then we can take her to a secluded area where we bury her, then we put the chainsaw to her feet/
but we gotta be discreet/
we don’t need any little interruptions/
i don’t want n-body seeing me backing the truck in/
i don’t want n-body saying of seeing a certain n-gg- with a sicker meddler in the streets/
did you bring the barbwire?cause we need to tie her down/
if not she gon be jumpin off the ground/
probably need a roll of duck tape/
a couple cans of mace/
for the screamin, she gon be letting out a sound/
hope you will be ready, don’t punk out/
i already got the pump out & i cleaned the truck out/
all we need to do is to wait now/
maybe gonna walk up on her and maybe blow her whole face/ but we gotta have patience/
don’t k!ll her yet/
i wanna see what’s gonna happen after i put this grapple in the kitty kat/
what, she trynna fight back? she gon be shot for the bleeding/ i’m trynna leave her -ss leaking for no apparent reason/
hold up a second, i gotta slip up and get her if imma shoot her in the face/
we just need to calm down, putting our guns & knives down, and walk up to her -ss at the place/
slide her a drink and talk to her…
(just approach her, man just say something to her)
yo, hey w-ssup, i’ve been watching you from over there/
and the way you sittin in that chair, i see your underwear/
i see you like pink, yeah i like it too/
why won’t you kicks it with me,let’s see what these drinks will do/
oh you dont drink? so why you at the bar?/
f-ck it, it’s a change of plans, follow that b-tch out to her car/ and i will lay in the bed of the truck with a stick of duck tape & a barbwire ready/
and when i hop out of that motherf-cker imma cut it so deep, i hope a piece look like confetti/
i’m talking bout annihilating, disintegrating a hoe,big ungrateful little b-tch/
what she mean she don’t drink?why the f-ck is she gon be up at the bar? she think a n-gg- don’t think?/
now she got a motherf-cker mad at her/
imma f-ck her, still need a n-gg- to put the mag in her/
i was only gonna k!ll & rip & k!ll her/
now imma eat the b-tch for breakfast, lunch & dinner/
watchu mean you don’t wannabe a part of this?
you did & already got a part and started it/
why you think i had you load up the hollow tips?
mainly planted the sh-lls with your fingertips/
i knew what you said from the start you was down
now you’re trynna pull your motherf-cka like a f-ckin clown/ where you think you’re going? sit your -ss down
because if you try to run, i will blow your back out/
whatchu mean you gon get me first?/
watchu gon do? call the cops from the phone in her purse?/
i think you like this b-tch,i think that’s the f-ckin reason that it made you switch,/
listen homie i don’t play that sh-t, so you better straighten up so we can k!ll this b-tch/
but for now, imma roll her -ss off in a ditch & call the homie brainsick so we can do this quick/
(aye yo, give me the f-ckin phone you dumb -ss. the f-ck….
yo man what’s next?)
verse 2 (twisted insane):
i don’t really think you mothaf-ckas ready for the murder,/ having a circa,hookin & bookin,they cookin like they was burgers/
split em with everybody in the vicinity
enemies run up & get your remedy, fill em up with the burner/
split the b-tch up, and she was too lonely, there’s no concern, psychological sick, i’m finna open your flesh,/
get the b-tch out the freezer, i’m finna heat her & eat her, when n-body really need her, i’m finna bring her to death/
n-gg-s be wolfin like i would put one up in your grave
i lay a body to rest & they cover you in the dirt/
now homie there some are trippin,catching one of you fades, and put one up in your face, i was too ready for work/
bust em up in their neck & i’m feelin like i been noggin
because i’m up on a mission that hit em up with the sh-t/
you can look into my motherf-ckin eyes & you realize you ain’t really dealin with the sick,/
are you ready for the murder…
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