Murder Over Hard

[Intro] I just got off the phone with DJ Kat (Roberto, let's do it!) [Hook (x2)] It was murder over hard, like I like my eggs Eat 'em up, she don't need no motherfuckin' grave We in love, me and murder, we tight like vice grips She don't know the raw, I like my murder over hard [Verse 1] Yeah, I got some different, I'm grippin' the samurai I'll be damned if I spit at your bitch and I am denied I'm John Allen Muhammad, my son is John Malvo Snipin' at you rappers and there ain't no need for I.V Or I.D. or poisonous ivy, nigga, try me Now so niggas'll bubble up like some fried meat Now those niggas won't try me, I got a variety They try to be, lie to me, tell me that nigga's tight as me Like the type that eats meat, I'll eat and not eat, I like the raw meat Pussy meat, push me, I'll put you right in the saw seat I'll cut your head open, it's Spidey, he's off the opium Scopin' 'em right out the trunk and I'm 'bout to open 'em I don't really wanna cope with the "Lynch is fallin' off" shit I'm puttin' bodies in bags and haulin' off shit I'm in the lobby with magnifiers and y'all's kids I'm 'bout to burn 'em, you better come out, y'all bitches [Hook (x2)] [Verse 2: G-Macc] Shit, real shit What I talk about'll make you run out the house and kill shit I've got famous from layin' 'em all out, sprayin' 'em all up Like grave dig, put the shovel in the face and spin the corner Long ride, jump out the doghouse with the cartoon nina If we leave anything like she breathin', we eatin', leave clean-up Mean muggin' to get your spleen tucked when I squeeze nina Meat cuttin', the meat market, put your shot ? Cock it to back, mean snub-nose out the front seat of the He knows we killin' up shit like Vietnam and I'm leavin' 'em Hangin' there, like puttin' seasoning, beats with a machine Deep-freezin' 'em, cut 'em evenly in half after the meat is done And I don't even need to finish this verse, y'all know I'm shit Like potty training, I'mma be aimin' at targets hit I mean, choppin' it up, cock it and lock it, like hot in the oven Hot and ready, kidnapped in public (I like mine over easy) [Hook (x2)] [Verse 3] This is all I think about, this is all I talk about Trust me, if I cut off his legs, then he won't be walkin' out Sacramento king, I don't wanna get Adam Vinatieri on him I just klack him with the thing, wrap 'em up and then have at a nigga's spleen That's what happened on the scene (What happened?) Dinner and a Took him to the dinin' room and I'm splittin' him up like Bobby and Whitney Nobody gettin' him up, sippin' on a cup of blood, right out the wine glass Sittin' by the fireplace with a nigga's brains in my plate I'm as hard as they come, I make niggas hard When I spit to bitches, they come right out they leotards I clean it up with my tongue, I love to eat skin I like them bitches you really could sink your teeth in Somebody save me, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end You think I'm strange now, just wait 'til this weekend Invite her to dinner and stab it in her [Hook (x2)]