yo tha title speaks for its self i'll start it off

ayo ayo
If it's murder we TALKIN', ya gon' be lyin' in ya COFFIN
and if it's murder you want, then motha fucka you
DYING // wether its wita gun or ona electrical chair FRYING//
I could easily pull out any kinda weapon and end ya
damn LIFE // wita bomb, bat, or jus a small KNIFE //
I could pull out a GLOCK and pop 32 SHOTS, right into
ya HEART until tha shit STOPPED // splatter ya guts on
tha wall and make as big MESS, leave ya lying wita
bullet in ya CHEST, but hell It would put you ta REST

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