[Intro]

"Hmm… It seems almost incredible that one could murder so quickly and so smoothly..."

[Bridge: Selda Bağcan]

İnce  ince bir kar yağar fakirlerin üstüne

Neden  felek inanmıyor fukaranın sözüne

Öldük öldük biz açlıktan, etme ağam n'olur

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur, n'olur, n'olur

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

I  strike when the iron’s hot

And  form an unemployment line for my bullets when I fire shots

That’s the boss word (uh!) in the tree with my Mossberg

Kevlar  vest, camouflage suit made of moss and birds (aah!)

You at a loss for words jerk look dumb as hell (stupid!)

It’s mathematics talk (and what?) and numbers tell

So save your ticket-stub (why?) cause I will click the snub

Strap  you in a fuckin' crash test dummy collision truck

Grand Daddy Grenade Man spit, on some caveman shit

My ape hand hit, your nose and left your Ray-Bans split (hahaha)

My .38 I stay with (yup), but that’s just the backup plan

In case the motherfuckin' Mac-11 jam (brrrrraaa)

Matter of fact, I’m causin' cataracts with just one glance

Take one stance, my trigger finger do the Humpty Hump dance

(uhh!) Y’all ain’t puttin’ heat down (nah), y’all put the seat down

Sit down and take a piss, flagrant trick; you’s a blatant bitch!

[Chorus]

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]

I ain’t scared of Rosemary’s baby or Damien the Omen

I done been to Hell, it’s lame; I slit Satan’s throat open (grr)

And sat on the throne for a while, it was too hot though

Still used the cold steel to blast the salsa out your taco (bang!)

Take nine off a thousand grams, watch me work it back in

Fuck a Louis bag, I keep my stacks in a trash bin (uhh!)

Ready for action, shoot chunks off your cheek (yeah!)

Fix your physique, it’s my weight loss technique (aah!)

Geek you called the cops on me, but they can’t phase a thug

They playin’ with Raiden (what!), send the shock back through the taser plug

Power of Magneto, lift the Glocks out of their holsters

Squeeze the triggers and rock La Familia like Jehovah

Twelve gauge, if I pop it I’m dead wrong (uh-huh)

Leave the back of your head like Sonic the Hedgehog (damn!)

Boy I put gats to sternums and blast the burner (bwao!)

The motherfuckin' sarin gas server, It’s Paragraphs of Murder

[Outro:]

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder

N'olur, n'olur, n'olur

Paragraphs of Murder