Truck North - Murderer's Row lyrics

rate me

Talk about a murdered nigga

A fresh body

A fresh Hondy, holmes,

Come try me!

And roll back time

He call posted in the lobby

Looking like a dope dealer from the 90'

The last of a dead breed, hommie,

You can't find these!

Old niggas step back

Awe and behold, nigga!

Then assumption with flaw fault, niggas

High beam vision

With the precision of German engineering

I'm on the auto pilot tryna test the steering

In spite of the wrath of God

What I sent in hearing

Stop fearing the Boogie-Man's returning grace

Make his claim on the throne like it's

His rightful place

Poker face, and I'm holding all smoking Aces

Hold the pot and I'm gone with no known traces

I'd embrace the scene if we was all great

But this ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

So I got them many arsenal stockpile

Talk wild, I'm away to the Donner south

Blood spills, I do it well, and get the chills

I've been zipping body bags since training days

A history of violence where the killers yield

And the voice is saying kill the wheel

I got this corpse with the casket, I bet he's warm 'till the next meal

So it's all downhill moving to the team

Getting steam rolled, getting all the way of these screams

From the haters. Got a nice ring to it

I guess every superkiller need his theme music

No one man should have this many victims

I'm sentenced to death sentence with no symptoms

Send them to the death sentence!