Murder lyrics

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
b*tch I, ran off with your pack (Okay)
Lay you down on the ground if you try to get it back
Ran off with your soul (Wassup)
Corpses rot slow when they in the cold
Young Zilla resurrect from the crypts, huh (Uh huh)
Gun stock, buckshot, chip chip, huh
Wardogs, I ain't ever been a b*tch, huh
10 shots to his leg, make him trip, huh
Four doors, 44s, let ‘em all off
Kalashnikov, watch lips fall off
Four doors, 44s, let ‘em all off
Kalashnikov, watch lips fall off

[Verse 2: Frostridden Wretches]
Aye, yuh, lost loud, lost soul
Zilla, Kami, aye, aye
Really gonna take your soul, I’m gonna rip up your soul
Murder your soul, kill all the soul
Kill all the souls and then kick [?] out the way
[?] your soul, I'm not gonna give no f*cks
Murder your soul,yeah, I'm gonna take out your soul
Run out the way, dash out the wind, I do it that way
I’m not gonna give a f*ck about your soul, b*tch, aye
Aye, yeah, aye, aye
Lost loud, lost soul
[Chorus: Frostridden Wretches]
pus*y beaner sh*t (Aye), pus*y beaner sh*t (Aye)
pus*y beaner sh*t (Aye), pus*y beaner sh*t (Yeah)
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah
Murder your b*tch, put my di*k in her throat
Hittin' your [?] mean I'm [?]
b*tch I'm sicker than b*tches that wanna be sick
b*tch I murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat
b*tch I'm losing my di*k and I'm loosening the choke
Cut on my soul when I cut on my wrist
Look at my wrist, look at my soul, look at this b*tch, she just keep to herself
b*tch, I wanna be dead, b*tch, I wanna be laid
b*tch, I wanna be laid, b*tch, I wanna be dead
b*tch I murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat, aye
Murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat
Murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat
Murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat, aye, aye, what, b*tch

[Verse 3: Frostridden Wretches]
Wanna go to Hell, wanna kill Christ
Wanna kill angels so I get out of [?]
I don't really give a f*ck about [?]
Never help me, b*tch, yeah never help me
Never [?]
Never gave a f*ck about a word in this world
f*ck the Heavens too, b*tch, yeah
Always gonna be, f*cking this world
Always gonna be, f*cking this world
Ahaha, goth [?], b*tch
[Chorus: Frostridden Wretches]
pus*y beaner sh*t (Aye), pus*y beaner sh*t (Aye)
pus*y beaner sh*t (Aye), pus*y beaner sh*t (Yeah)
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah
Murder your b*tch, put my di*k in her throat
Hittin' your [?] mean I’m [?]
b*tch I’m sicker than b*tches that wanna be sick
b*tch I murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat
b*tch I'm losing my di*k and I’m loosening the choke
Cut on my soul when I cut on my wrist
Look at my wrist, look at my soul, look at this b*tch, she just keep to herself
b*tch, I wanna be dead, b*tch, I wanna be laid
b*tch, I wanna be laid, b*tch, I wanna be dead
b*tch I murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat, aye
Murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat
Murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat
Murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat, aye, aye, what, b*tch

[Outro: Frostridden Wretches]
Aye, aye, murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat (Aye)
Murder your b*tch and my di*k in her throat
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, aye, aye, yeah