Murder You

[Intro] You fake thug motherfuckers Don't you ever learn anything I murder you, rappers I murder you, bitches I murder you, I'll destroy you Na-no, really really I will fuckin' kill you [Verse 1] You talk a lot of shit, I suggest you don't get me angry I'm eating dinner with the Ramsey's, we just killed your whole family We'll get away with it too You don't wanna battle me, come on who would I look for little children to beat down like Madelyne Toogood You stood wait for me to come and grant you the freedom So I split you with an axe from your gonads to your cerebrum We've come to resurrect killers and keep it bloody Buy O.J. a machete and give your address to Ted Bundy Your head's spongy and your hairline is up in flames Cuz Hannibal Lector's hungry and he's barbecuing your brain Insane, turning homicide into a game Set up your limbs like bowling pins and try to strike a perfect frame Drain your blood into a pool, no one will hear you drown Son of Sam stalk for some of Wrekonize kills year 'round You hear sounds comin' from above in your attic It's me, your mom, and your wife in a kamasutra sex sandwich Wrek's language is brutal, leave you in crucial madness Kill crews, then vanish and still you, don't panic Cuz out of shock you can't get your body to tremble After this even a Nasa engineer couldn't get you reassembled It's simple leave my victims marked with the Parallax symbol Rippin' through bone gristle with a microphone missile I dissed you come on faggot what'd you expect Murdering whack rappers with no remorse and no regrets [Hook]X2 I murder you, any rapper that swears to god that he's servin' me I murder you, bitches that think they can use their body as currency I murder you, destroy anybody who steps to me with urgency Murder you physically, spiritually, mentally or verbally [Verse 2] Which rappers are comic side-kicks, who think they spittin' righteous I'll pierce your eye brows with ice picks and pour salt on your eye lids I'mma sick fuck that'll split your guts into six cups And let your body get stuck in a radiation mix up When that's done sell your organs on the black market And let little boys and girls play cat's cradle with your cartilage I barter with alphabet assassins and animators To create pages that stay luminated on the soiled stations You surface parasite, I circle the planet like satellites You grab the mic and get your face shattered like a battered wife Abused bitch, anger management don't do shit That's why I feel like piercing your sternum with a sharpened pool stick Extra curricular homicide is necessary Wrek is very prone to microphone clone obituaries I'm secondary to none, I've said it only begun To leave your soul buried in a hole that's kept from the sun [Hook]X2 I murder you, any rapper that swears to god that he's servin' me I murder you, bitches that think they can use their body as currency I murder you, destroy anybody who steps to me with urgency Murder you physically, spiritually, mentally or verbally