CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : #murderers
Uh, this a dirty one I had to start, man
Called up Pitfall, boy, I need a marksman (Woo)
Big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you, you look like Eric Cartman (Wow)
F**k I look like? Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes, I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got him singing, Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from this earth, b*t*h, I'm a Martian
I'm trigger-happy, boy, you better watch your step
I got hollows and they taking off his head
Heard he informing, yeah, he talking to the feds
Full metal jacket and it's taking off his legs
B*t*h, I'm zeroed in, know I need one shot
Fifty BMG, it likes to carve, take his arm off
Seekin', seein' clear into your room, b*t*h, I got buckshot
Couple slugs inside the Saiga, catch a gunshot
Two shots, roll a snake eyes, wе gon' hit him in the lungs
B*t*h, I'm rich, I'm making money, counting fifties, thеse ain't ones
And no, you won't catch me outside of the crib without a gun
G3, I keep it slung 7.6x51
And I know that you uninformed
On the dotted line, can you sign the form?
You a pu**y, all you do is sit and check the forums
Yeah, you showing off a gun but the tip is orange
Real gun? B*t*h, I doubt that
Tell me you got straps, so go show me that you're 'bout that
You claim you really know me, but I doubt that
I learned this by myself, b*t*h, I'm an outcast
Uh, this a dirty one I had to start, man
Called up Pitfall, boy, I need a marksman (Woo)
Big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you, you look like Eric Cartman (Wow)
F**k I look like? Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes, I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got him singing, Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from this earth, b*t*h, I'm a Martian
Called up Pitfall, boy, I need a marksman (Woo)
Big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you, you look like Eric Cartman (Wow)
F**k I look like? Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes, I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got him singing, Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from this earth, b*t*h, I'm a Martian
I'm trigger-happy, boy, you better watch your step
I got hollows and they taking off his head
Heard he informing, yeah, he talking to the feds
Full metal jacket and it's taking off his legs
B*t*h, I'm zeroed in, know I need one shot
Fifty BMG, it likes to carve, take his arm off
Seekin', seein' clear into your room, b*t*h, I got buckshot
Couple slugs inside the Saiga, catch a gunshot
Two shots, roll a snake eyes, wе gon' hit him in the lungs
B*t*h, I'm rich, I'm making money, counting fifties, thеse ain't ones
And no, you won't catch me outside of the crib without a gun
G3, I keep it slung 7.6x51
And I know that you uninformed
On the dotted line, can you sign the form?
You a pu**y, all you do is sit and check the forums
Yeah, you showing off a gun but the tip is orange
Real gun? B*t*h, I doubt that
Tell me you got straps, so go show me that you're 'bout that
You claim you really know me, but I doubt that
I learned this by myself, b*t*h, I'm an outcast
Uh, this a dirty one I had to start, man
Called up Pitfall, boy, I need a marksman (Woo)
Big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you, you look like Eric Cartman (Wow)
F**k I look like? Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes, I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got him singing, Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from this earth, b*t*h, I'm a Martian
