MURDERBULLET versuri

MURDERBULLET lyrics by Sprixkt

Verse 1
MGK, yeah you’re a garbage rapper (Daytrip took it to ten)
Dyin your hair doesn’t make you Marshall Mathers
MGK is a wannabe like Carson Daffers
Mappin the arson cavern
When Marshall is Benzino’in
Mark me Mad, ugh
It’s me
Fuck what you heard
You probably killed her
I get my name is hard
But your name is muh-gik, bitch
The only time I liked your music was when you were on
The track with Kellin Quinn
And your name ain’t even Kelly
I get that it’s a gangsta but you ain’t gangsta

Chorus
I got a .9 and a Matter
Never shoot at me cause you’re bad, ya
Ass thеy ask me then tell mе I don’t have her
Next time I get the Murderbullet and clap ya

Verse 2
Nigga I’m clappin ya verses uh
Nigga I like how your flow equals your dumbness, yo
Shit on the beat how I like the snickers
Duh, I like how nobody likes ya
Shoutout to Em
Doubtout to Kelly
They all dislike ya
Cause you dyed your hair
Your name is Allfake Mathers

Chorus
I got a .9 and a Matter
Never shoot at me cause you’re bad, ya
Ass they ask me then tell me I don’t have her
Next time I get the Murderbullet and clap ya

Verse 3
You say you in a gang, ugh
And now nigga gonna come for me
Yuh, MGK is when you mix Sodium and Water
Angry and mad at me
But how do I use a Minigun it’s on the ground, uh
But I hate you for a reason, the fact you commit
Rap game Treason, nobody cares that you have white hair, ugh
I like mumble rappers but this one is dumber
Bitch, I don’t care that your hair is daring me to care
This ain’t a flex track, it’s a diss
I flex on my tracks but now it’s piss
Fulfilling nothing, I got guns on this lil Dick

Chorus
I got a .9 and a Matter
Never shoot at me cause you’re bad, ya
Ass they ask me then tell me I don’t have her
Next time I get the Murderbullet and clap ya
I got a .9 and a Matter
Never shoot at me cause you’re bad, ya
Ass they ask me then tell me I don’t have her
Next time I get the Murderbullet and clap ya

Verse 4
Who forgot you cause you have no ammo
Record scratch, beat switch Yo, little blonde boy, your whole talk is so empty, (Enviyon on the mix)
Every single pop-punk chord, your sincerity’s tempty
-ing laughter, a disaster, your weak flow’s a sleaze, see?
You thought you could hang here, but your cadence is queasy
Like a bad AI verse, man, it’s causing me unease, plea
-ding for silence, your violence, your whole sound’s a disease, free
From actual skill, just a chill, a pathetic breeze, believe
Me, your rap career’s dead, buried, now give us some peace, jeez!
You’re not a rock god, just a clone, a faded release, please…
Don’t pull the trigger, cause it ain’t gonna hit me
It’s gonna come back around and clap ye
Cause you ain’t got no rhymes you forgot

Chorus
I got a .9 and a Matter
Never shoot at me cause you’re bad, ya
Ass they ask me then tell me I don’t have her
Next time I get the Murderbullet and clap ya
I got a .9 and a Matter
Never shoot at me cause you’re bad, ya
Ass they ask me then tell me I don’t have her
Next time I get the Murderbullet and clap ya

Outro
Man, fuck this