Song: Music To Murder To
Artist:  Eyeamvirg
Year: 2020
Viewed: 20 - Published at: 7 years ago

TO ALL THE MAINSTREAM ARTISTS I SEE INTERWOVEN IN THE MONOPOLY OF BULLSHIT

Yo
You fucking up
I caught u in a lie
U said u was ILL an in it for real
But yo to be real
Can't get by trying to buy being real

Give it another try
Maybe another time
Fuck ya feels

U fake motherfuckers by the games definition of the design
Can just
Wave goodbye
Dont wanna hear another word out ya mouth

The epitome of what's been gettin to me is out
Givin these fake motherfuckers love
Its the equivalent to sin
With these snakes chillin on the cеment n shit
I know

Nothing is flawless
Perfеction's imperfection
But Realness's reflective
Baby most motherfuckers is deceptive
Don't respect shit
Just wreckless n wreck shit for the rest of us
Hella hectic an ain't receptive to
Anything that's fuckin relevant

Me
I mean we
Lawless with a cause we way past ya luck
Go ahead and ask me
Just the same shit
Different day
And noooo
I never ever gave a fuck

Try again

Fuck u and fuck all ur fake friends too
All the lies and drama u fuel
You feeding ppl shit like government food
But
Never take time to process the bullshit you stew
I'm far better than that
Aye
Above that
I had my reasons for being full of shit like all of y'all
And it is indeed never simple
Unless u say love
Which it was
In which case I was pretty
Fucking dumb
Already learned that lesson
One time with that drug's too much
But back to what I was saying
Bout time someone pissed on the xanax castle habitual hook line and sinker
Habit having
Wanna be
#B-Rabbit rappers call home
I'm saying
Y'all can really slob on #6ix9ine's knob taste the rainbow
Like mother fucking yes men
No
I'm not motherfucking #Eminem
But he motherfucking groomed me
Riding with the #RuffRyders we were riding with #DMX
Trying to hide from the #illuminati but on a bender
Hopefully I can shake his hand b4 his career's next
Maybe we can
Make some more music to murder to

I wanna kill
I'm savage
I'm a heathen
I wanna feel the pulse leaving
Hold their breathe till there ain't nothing left
I'm a savage
I'm a heathen
Go ahead
Give me a reason

Ok i think we gotta little problem
Got no idea on how to stop it
Been rattling cage to get out n shit
To be honest
Feeling a little homicidal
Me an the the devil go way back
Call me Hillary Rodham
If bodies is what we counting
I'm more like Bush
Death toll still being rounded

Born genius like Einstein
Bent on bringing you higher vibes
Gunning like ghandis son
Leaving you defeated with my depleted uranium diatribes
Sending pipe bombs up the pipelines
Sending dope lines to all the artists like me on the front lines
Rap ain't dead
It's just been in mourning
For some time
Getting fucked up
Glorifying dying and then crying
If you really gotta ask yourself why
Then you should prolly Epstein
Yourself
Go ahead bye bye
Or trade the president a piece of pizza with some adrenochrome on the side
Ingredients for a fitting suicide
Calling on one of the GREATEST rappers ever to be alive
Hey
Hi

( Eyeamvirg )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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