Murder Scene lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take 'em back to the murder scene it hurts to be the the person who verses me I'm version 3 inversion the opposite to all that spit with curses I'm gifted b*tch the sickest kid to blurt and
Spurt words with a rhyme and flair
Giving your verse a giant scare
Cause ain't nobody been thrilled or beat been killed motherf*cker 'til I am there
I'm the main n*gga like a lions hair
Quiet rare savage smiting their trash while they're writing their raps b*tch
I wake up and I jog on suns
Fight Bruce lee and the law on once
I'm 2 too i should draw on funds talking bout Gucci Sponsors all my One's
WHOOOOO my god I'm too flame
Been seen with Element in my element f*cking sending em' butane
Chemical effect like usain...bolt n*gga I'm bound
To not get hyped up when I whoop yo ass f*ck boy it's a compound

[Verse 2]
I'm crowned a god in my craft as you can see but frowned upon in the rap community cause musically I'm a nuisance beast and a recluse Cause fame is a stupid thing and
Usually you and me
We ain't getting A-long
So you'll always be negative
When you f*ck with A-Non
Hey y'all do you get that?
That sh*t was a grammar line
Non is like too negative like the west is to Anaheim
My battle cry is like Zeus's trumpet I used to punt kick
You stupid punk kids but now I just get loose and bump sh*t like who'd a thunk it you losing something
Your will to live my verse what I killed
To give cause I got ms miller and the murderer too and the guy who died in the ill abyss
Of my words I don't give a f*ck hoping to crush every
Ho n*gga bruh go to the store grab you a can of whoop ass and make me open it up