Another Murder

[INTRO - TV NEWS AUDIO] "Turning to other news this Noon time Police have identified two of the three people Who were found shot to death inside a Flint home last night And the man shot during an attempted robbery in Flint yesterday Is in critical condition." [FLEX] I thought I would never ever hurt her But once again it's a murder Flex The Body Snatcher Snatching hoes like a bitch killer Slicing niggas and hoes apart I didn't want to go this far But get to the heart Had to whip Out my fucking chainsaw Cause it's a lot of niggas that want to sac up So I call my nigga Shotgun up In case I need backup [HOOK] It's another murder, another murder It's another 187 [SHOTGUN] Yeah, this is Shotgun The motherfucking Cap Peeler What's up, cuz? Hold them motherfuckers down I'm on my motherfucking way It's a murder once again Had you heard from The Body Snatcher I'm glad you called Cause I'm killing all fucking punks with you With my shotgun Cause that's how I got my name Leaving motherfuckers slain With a bullet in their brain [FLEX] Nigga, nigga, nigga let me get back in this Cause once I start dropping bodies like John Gotti I ain't going to stop until I'm finished My work is never done until their heart stops That's why they drop I went and check To see if I hear a tick-tock Just in case that nigga have on a vest I put my gun barrel on his chest At point-blank range and put him to rest And watch him die fast And watch him bleed slow It's a murder once again and I'm looking for one mo' To stack on the top of the pack Of all them niggas I done jacked T.A. is Top Authority leaving them D.O.A. in the black sack Now you know I'm back and wondering where I went Here's my hint I'm 110-percent straight up nigga from Flint And the man you never heard of But now you should know it's Flex Once again on a murder [HOOK] [SHOTGUN] Buck, buck, buck fuck a driveby I'll walk through your hood and start popping Dropping motherfuckers like flies Bullet proof vest on my chest so you can't harm me Rolling with a nigga clan So bitch you better bring an army Cause I'm a cold hearted killer out for blood Leaving niggas in ditches Even bitches catching slugs So motherfucker step with caution You pulling that fucking junk, punk I'm pulling a pump for once this shit jumps off then You won't stand a chance in the ambulance Two to the head, now you're dead bitch With shit all in your fucking pants I told you once, I told you twice not to step to this But you persist Got caught up missing, got that fucking skull split Wide open like a cantaloupe You prayed and hoped I wasn't no joke And that it was just another murder that I wrote But no, take another guess my friend It's a murder once again and this shit just won't end Until I'm caught by the Feds But how can I get caught When they keep finding the bodies without the fucking heads And no clue that leaves the evidence No murder weapon, no fingerprints Just the muddy, bloody pavement In the city of Flint you're living in Hell Ain't no Heaven so keep guessing It's another 187 again [FLEX] Flex The Problem Solver once again on a murder hunt To play to win you got to shoot a hunch to kill a bunch Not like Jeffrey Dahmer I don't shoot 'em, kill 'em, beat 'em or eat 'em I know I look, so he'll be good as took if I ever meet him Which I plan on doing Ruin his life, once he reach parole I doubt if he do, but if he did he'd be 180 years old Still getting the same treatment as if he was a younger nigga My bullet has no age limit once I squeeze the trigger Like my last resort It was his faulty step in the Ward The victim was in pain as blood ran from his brain cord He was in pain, steady running Steady yellin', calling Kevin I grabbed my MAC-11, now he's 187 Dead on the spot, D.O.A. found in the parking lot I [???] [first the weed???] And get to use the 16 rounds on his Glock Which was smooth, plus he also had a .44 Cause when I checked the scope He was broke so I planted some dope Smooth was how I played it Made them think that it was drug related His family sho' hated, cause it was premeditated First-Degree Murder, laid him out like a bedspread The news said he was barely bruised With a [???] to the head And now they want to throw me in the Pen Because they say they found Flex on the murder case once again [HOOK] [SHOTGUN] Insane in the fucking brain But who's to blame that I'm sick December the 1st, mama gave birth to a lunatic I guess I'm possessed by that demon Murder's what I'm living for It's been a while and yo I'm fiendin' [???] and niggas talking Kept on talking, running out of choices Had to drop him, had to Pop Him Cause I kept on hearing Voices In my head, now he's dead I'm feeling much better Got a 9 double-M Beretta for them tip sweaters Cause you never know when there's work to be put in If your ass fucking up It's your ass I'm putting my foot in Got to make a murder ever day On my way to Hell Yeah I'm tripping Just don't let me catch you slipping after 12 In the streets you're dead meat if you run up straight Took out, so be on the lookout For the fucking Headhunter Used to leave them D.O.A. or critical But if your ass survives I'll pay you a visit in the fucking hospital So nigga before you think of checking me Better check yourself Cause fucking around with Shotgun is bad for your fucking health And please, please comprehend I've killed 9, I've killed 10 What makes you think there won't be another murder once again [HOOK]