Texty:
Murder By Death I M Comin Home

our ears I'm a soldier for fortune, I've got murderous plots Plus I'm suicidal, walkin' this parking lot With my dangerous thoughts, I'm a dangerous dude When I

a paper at the newsstand Walk by me, scream out, "somebody help this man" Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at Murderous

I'm ridin dirty With the heat in my hand Stay bumpin when I'm swervin All days to the curbin Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin I'm creepin and

niggas. Chorus [c-murder] I'm a mobb with my niggas forever I'm a mobb with my niggas forever [magic] I hope ya niggas feel me...... [c-murder] I'm a

I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless, I'm chokin' off Marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin' focus Fallin' to sleep while I'm at

muthafuckin' Cleveland Terror Squad, muthafuckas [Flesh] I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother Me fo'-fo' show no one mercy But I'm off

on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip Nigga, live

county and I opt to the beat Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap But I ain

playin ball up in them coke ways When I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink Close my eyes and then I see my fuckin brother again And when I wake up I'm hit by