[Intro]

Murder, murder

Murder, murder

Murder, murder

Murder

[Chorus]

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

[Verse 1: Tom Skeemask]

Ninety-nine ways to die, haven't you ever heard of me

Loadin' my clip, blastin' my nine, watchin' you bitches fall, see

My pimpin' ain't slippin', you bitches are trickin'

I'm takin' my time for doin' a crime

Get on the track and sellin' them thangs

Pick up this shit 'cause it's all in the game

Livin' the life and I'm doin' the same, grabbin' the shisha, callin' the mane

Who do you turn to for your masterplan? You call the Skeemask man

I'm doin' a dance, breakin' your ass, headin' in that murder path

That blood, redrum, now you know I'm the devil's son

Ten ways I've killed, it's only eighty-nine more

I'm standin', Tom walkin', Tom ready to make a move on y'all

But man, my demon is ready to kill at will

I feel like the man that's cursed, livin' in a fuckin' hearse

What should I do? I think I'd better call like an obscene phone caller

I know your ass better holler like a fuckin' dollar

Hold up, one get up, son, here I come with the nine millimeter

I meet ya, just like the fuckin' Grim Reaper

Bitch, goodbye to your lady, I laid down the law with the rest of my kinfolk

The cheefa, the reefer, mane, got the 4-5 ready to

Smoke, another nigga off my block, I seen my other

Kinfolks with two Glocks, I had to give that nigga his props

It don't stop, my nine is ready to sing

My player haters don't know, that Skeemask is ready to swing

Mo' Murder, because them laws are broken every day

So what can I say, you know I'm screamin' mo'

[Chorus]

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

[Verse 2: GK]

On the streets, it seems to be a million ways to die

So don't you try, steppin' up to that real nigga, stay high

'Cause I dwells with the Wolf pack of killers

Holdin' bodies off, evidence in the river

Niggas ain't got a second thought

Marched and he got caught with that shit that he bought

'Cause I peeped out his set-up

So along the way, kickin' it with this nigga, you know he fucked up

And said some shit that I didn't like

Made a nigga like stay high, ugh, think twice

From the jump, I was paranoid

Pullin' that gank and the way he was talkin' made me call my boys

Told 'em, "Meet a nigga up on that old street"

Bring the mask and the motherfuckin' Glocks, G

It's about to be a kidnappin'

When I hit the block, faces unidentified so get to jackin'

And this nigga that I'm with don't know what's goin' on

Wolf pack got the chromes to our fuckin' dome

And I already knew where we was headed

Straight to the river, time for drastic measures

On the way them niggas threw me out

Only them real motherfuckers know what I'm talkin' about

Bogus player haters better take it in

We done done dirt and back up on that block screamin' once again

[Chorus]

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

Murder, that's what I be yellin'

With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die