Murderer Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest I remember so they want to murder RA 'Cause I got knowledge of self Unoheal, Unoheal (Rock a bet) Who want low boats of keys from overseas Then put it in the streets and spread like a

Tremble you weaklings, cower in fear I am your ruler, land, sea and air Immense in my girth, erect, I stand tall I am a nuclear murderer, I am Polaris Ready to pounce at the touch of a button My systems locked in on military gluttons I rule on land, air,

And murder the dawn I plunged into misery I'll turn off the light Turn off the light Pain inside is rising I am the fallen one A figure in an old game No Joker's on my side No one can heal me

Spawn of the wretched, born of the rape Dawn of the murdering beasts of hate Spawn of the wretched cunt defiled The wretched spawn, inherently vile Conceived through rape A vicious brood Ravaging intercourse Penetrate with force

If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher Here comes the helicopter, second time today Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away How many kids they've murdered only God can say, hey If I had a rocket launcher, I'd make somebody pay I don't

There's blood on my hands I can see blood all over my hands The longer you lay next to me the further I ran The longer you stay close to me the further I ran Wake up in the middle of the semi of the night With some tears on my pillow and this blood on my

Mic check, 1 2 I'm just going to get right to it Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical Murdering the rapper and killing beats nigga! I'm cinematic making everybody panic I be bustin' like a fully automatic feel the heat nigga! We

Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch) Bitch will make you murderous, she's a (Psycho bitch) Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch) Don't pack nothing, just leave it (Psycho bitch) She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this

Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party,

We're class! You're not! Let's kill some squids and make them rot With pirate powered murder skills The future's where we get our thrills A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun And mash their brains with a bottle of rum I come to you from another time