Murder Spree - Instrumental

Yeah, 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 up, 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 into pieces, that's mutilation

Torture, he's gruely peaking at the meeting

Suspicions of him being a rat? Even worse than cheating

I'm cold reaking of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists

Brassknuckle steel toe kicks

Cracked ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathing

He's gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can't catch

He clinches the shirt on his chest

In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was killed

First things first, I chop your head then your 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 filled the ditch

Your miss was a snitch too? Shotgun killed the bitch

Leave her in the wilderness, suffocated and scarred up

Your brother want more too, blow his fucking car up

Another homocide city, murder mystery efficiently

Delete your fucking history, broke bones, missing teeth

Blow bones to smithereens, brings on the triple beam

All topped and chopped up, mop buckets and Mr. Clean

Clorax and vicious steam sterilized the whole scene

Photograph your death so I can spread it to your whole team

But won't leave a trace of evidence for the case

It's sinister to finish it, hit with the man with no face

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

And maybe washed up ashore and 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 till he one with the pavement

Red wine and pink veal

Unknowingly that this would be his last meal

Comfortable he's made to feel

Six inch stiletto heel, kept his refills filled

Titties like big ass, kept him still for the real deal

Hitman from Brooklyn, Tommy gun specialist

Our one accomplice, sipped Courvoisier at the bar

Then waited till she lit a cigar, then sprayed

In shattered wine glass he laid, he never saw it coming

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 hat, blow off your hands

Leave your body in a dumpster, head in the trash can

Cell catching scene look clean as a whistle

Ghost carved through your skin tissue, till the bone grizzle