#murderers Songtext

I got hollows and they taking off his head
Heard he a phony, yeah, he talking to the feds
Full metal jacket and it's taking off his legs

Bitch, I'm zeroed in, know I need one shot
Fifty BMG, it likes to carve, take his arm off
I seek, see in clear into your room, bitch, I got buckshot
Couple slugs inside the Saiga, catch a gunshot
Two shots, roll a snake eyes, wе gon' hit him in the lungs
Bitch, I'm rich, I'm making money, counting fifties, thеse ain't ones
I know you won't catch me outside of the crib without a gun
GE3, I keep it slung so it's six by fifty-one
And I know that you uninformed
On the dotted line, can you sign the form?
You a pussy, all you do is sit and check the forums
Yeah, you showing off a gun but the tip is orange
Real gun? Bitch, I doubt that
Tell me you got straps so go show me that you're 'bout that
You claim you really know me but I doubt that
I learned this by myself, bitch, I'm an outcast
Uh, this a dirty one I had to start, man
Called up Pitfall, boy, I need a marksman
Woo, big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you, you look like Eric Cartman
Wow, fuck I look like? Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes, I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got him singing Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from this earth, bitch, I'm a martian