Crooked I - Beautiful Murder lyrics

rate me

Mhm let’s in

Couple cyphus

Couple features knock down

And I ain’t got no chill

It’s a beautiful murder

Gonna let the murder star lights

Up in the boof you know that I prefer the dark

Or you or soldier then you’re about to earn the purple hard

Head you with a couple of sluts call it the work or beautiful murder

I’m killing your trap rappers and you back backers

As a funeral, you know what I do to wrack rappers,

Then your hats rapper coming around me tryin’ to act black em

Be who you are, black clapper

Is ironic ‘cause some of my niggas is white,

Niggas for life, niggas we icons bigger than life, nigga we vipons,

blowin up who ever pick up the mike

lettin’ that hot fire, kissin’ goodnight nigga I’m die long,

beautiful murder I’m using the words to abuse em and serve em it’s a fusion of musical murder

prose em and heard of confuse I think I’m using the burner

the music is shooting the .. that’s confusing and further

abuse me and murder guilty as child because I play hard

I’m walking your label and hit your lan on with the A all,

15 split splints, that’s for pissing on lyricism that’s for pissing on big dreams

Why am I so angry with it, you don’t know show about no rap

You niggas can’t be no critics, now millimeter .. wash your brain can get it

Blow a porter on the wall and looks like banksy did it

Beautiful murder, chopper rappers weakin the boof

You pull up missing your roof but I ain’t mention the coop

I mean your head blown off nobody missing it’s roof,

I’m the illest nigga this is the proof

Shit on your group like the picture would die read

They twitching when I appear, and fear that I’m engine to fire

If you say it, didn’t get it style for me he’s a son of a bitch and alive

‘cause he know the nigga is the pioneer,

Beautiful murder the shit is so melodic

The kind of shit that you listen to, why you hittin on some chronic

And talking D tax I’m still mad about me, now I’m getting on a cronic

I guess niggas they didn’t know that I’m in.

The best on the ghost for years even know all niggas close your ears

I’m still here persevere the industry main ghost of most my pears,

While I file with a cope and let toast the tears but fuck celebration

Our celebrations, contusions, transfusions needed your blood using

You’re losing your vital signs, homicidal rhymes got the rival done

Every time I spit my final line, and we beautiful

Like in Italians .. but not from barnies that ain’t suitable

For the circle of bosses, no squares in my office,

Not even a cubical

I’m back killing shit as usual

Hope I ain’t losing you.

No, no chill.

From now don’t call me no chill.

Said two times

Cop, hat up my cop?

Niggas act like they don’t know

What y’all niggas don’t know?

hi, I’ma just keep opinion mother f*cker,

Until you find out,

Ain’t fucking with me no chill