Murdavision

They say get em'
Ima get em
Voices talking
Ima listen
Just a medium
Wicced rhythm
On a mission
Murdervision
Cocc bacc and I pop bacc
You got bad aim then just stop that
I ventilate you little bad hashes you sound like you met a blacc cat
I cook dope like a meth lab in the studio with a hazmat
My nuclear toxic dump melt your face where my stash at
Lil bitch where the cash at
My shawty gon' grab that
My lap where her ass at
She kiss me then pass that
I have no reflection I’m taking direction from something beyond this pathetic
dimension
Their teaching me lessons my body a vessel for messages further than my
comprehension
I roll up a blunt and get fucced up as hell and feel something take over my
conscious
Suddenly I am unstoppable
Fuccing and Killing are my only options
I blacc out and wake up on stage in the middle of everyone rippin' it
Everyone moshing
I’m used to confusion
I have no illusion
I’m chosen so this should be happening often
I pass out and wake up again out of nowhere I’m getting some head in my coffin
I don’t know what happened
I followed the voices
They got me so won’t they be talking? I got em
I was born to get it poppin'
40 on me get it poppin'
Call me Orville Reddenblocca
Corny motherfucca pop him