"The murder man, picture me
lurkin
Right there behind ya
curtain, 9
squirtin, Oh
And you can hear it when it's
hurting,
But If I hear him
hurting,
I walk over and murk him for
certain
I took over the
circus,
cuz imma act a
clown if you put your feet
down on my
surface
I walk around Fo
pound in
service
To spin your asss around in
circles, you
Urkle
Blood run up out your earth, now you
purple
Your homeboy get hit first, but you worser
Now You heading to the skies above,
And I'm going to get high with your bish in the club
Yea...life's a bish and Death's her husband
And you gon have to meet him if you keep on ****** Her
And you gon have to meet us if you keep on ******* up
But you don't wanna see them CMB Blood lovers, No."
Wayne was in his bag on this joint. Loved how he put emphasis on the internal rhymes. Byrdman's game spitting and intro verse were also top notch
.