lirik lagu 3rd degree murder – slim gutz
if this is what it takes to get a man to shut the f*ck up
then so be it
cuz’ now i’m gonna f*ck you up
now how’s this man gonna say i’m garbage?
i’m an artist
you’re just stupid, you’re just mentally r*t*rded
oh my god, i’m sorry!
i f*cking disregarded, the fact that you left your head unguarded
now i gotta rap on this motherf*cking beat
now i gotta put another motherf*cker to sleep
now i gotta put a f*cking hole through your forehead
now i gotta leave you on the f*cking floor dead
this the motherf*cking k!llshot to the man dissing me!
i’ll murder him dead, this time with no sympathy!
the death of ryb*tre, this time officially!
tryna act tough, attacking me viciously!
saying that my music is trash, and it’s p*ssing me off
that was a cheap shot, like a kick in the b*lls
hitting a weak spot, tryna make me fall
tell me when to shoot, just give me the call
i was tryna give you a shot, tryna set the stage
but you decided to waste led on a page
it’s kind of sad i gotta lay you in your own grave
now i gotta put you in your own casket
you heard of delivery?
you sure lack it
if you think you k!lling me?
you got me laughing
you was the one on the ‘gram kissing my ass
while i was wildin’ out, now you taking jabs
from the left to the right i’m kicking ya ass
inbred b*tch, looking like your parents did incest
now i’ll squash you like a motherf*cking insect
you’re the one that wanted the beef
you got me sitting back and i’m gritting my t**th
you’re calling me a fake!? for real!? b*tch please!?
you wanna go at my brother too cheap shot?
he’ll go ham too, get heated like a tea pot
you got a weak ass glock look what we got
ak*47’s posted on the block, fight like bruce lee fought
tell me that i should burn in a hole, you little b*tch!
tell me that i don’t pull h*lla hoes, you little b*tch!
i’m about to lose it
i’m a real one, not a fake, don’t confuse it
i stay on the grind everyday, so stop wasting my time
you can’t even write a diss right
but at least you can rhyme
i’ll twist ya head off, and sh*t down your neck
i’ll twist ya head off, and rip out your spine
put a bullet through your head
and make sure your dead
i’m like darth vader with a lightsaber
on my grind, put in hard labor