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Murder Spree

Murder Spree Lyrics Ghostface Killah feat. Inspectah Deck, U-God, Masta Killa & Killa Sin

Album: 12 Reasons To Die

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[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, there's a dozen ways to die - six million ways to do it
Let's go through it, my mind flow like fluid
Torture, chop your legs off, thrown off the boat
Guillotine, nigga, one chop to the throat
Suffocation, Saran-Wrapping your face
Buried alive - throw a few nails in the case
Manslaughter, eight degrees of separation
Leave your body chopped up in a piece, that's mutilation

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Six million ways to die, cyanide in your drink
Catch a Cuban necktie for your mink
Dahmer style, cut up and stuffed in the fridge
Washed up ashore, found under the bridge
Hit him with the whip, drag him half a block
Machete or the sock full of padlocks
Chainsaw, switch your medication
Stomp a nigga out 'til he one with the pavement

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Torture, he's brutally beaten at the meeting
Suspicions of him being a rat, even worse than cheating
A cold greeting of ice picks, bats and sticks and closed fists
Brass knuckles, steel-toed kicks
Crack ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathing
He's gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can't catch
He clenches the shirt on his chest
In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was killed

[Verse 4: U-God]
First things first, I chop your head then your their fingertips
Butcher knife your torso, chop up your ligaments
Make sure it's legitimate, conceal all my fingerprints
Chop shop your body up quick then get rid of it
A hole in the desert, body bag, just...
Your miss was a snitch too? Shotgun kill the bitch
Leave you in the wilderness, suffocated and scarred up
Your brother want war too? Blow his fucking car up

[Verse 5: Killa Sin]
Remember Homocide City? Murder mystery officially
Delete your fuckin' history, broke bones, missing teeth
...rings on the triple beam
Autopsy chopped up, five buckets of Mr. Clean
Clorax and steam'll sterilize the whole scene
Photograph your death so I can spread it to your whole team
I won't leave a trace of evidence for the case
It's sinister to finish it, in with the man with no face

[Verse 6: Masta Killa]
Red wine and pink veal
Unknowingly that this would be his last meal
Comfortable he's made to feel
Six-inch stiletto heels kept his refills filled
Titties like big... kept him steel for the real deal
Hitman from Brooklyn, tommy gun specialist
I wanna come and sip Courvoisier at the bar
Then wait 'til she lit a cigar, then spray
The shattered wine glass, he lay - he never saw it comin'

[Verse 7: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, murder one, bullets went fast through the flesh
I cocked the sawed off shotty, put a hole in your chest
Blow your lungs out, I've seen you been smoking for years
You got no heart, I'll hunt you down like Cape Fear
Push your brains out the back of your head, blow off your hands
Leave your body in a dumpster, head in the trashcan
Cell catchin scene look clean as a whistle
Ghost carved to your skin tissue til your bone grizzle

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