its murder he wrote without the ransom note
take my chance for the float to rock the boat
then back-hand the man with a sox to hes throut
I got this on lock... without the bolt
MurDah, who's gonna stay 'on-top of U' like the helmet of the colts
with a flow that'll leave the whole desert all soaked
with skills that rulers couldnt messure what i wrote
im on the top buckle while ya headed for the rope
leave u dead with a scoop,
on the bottom of the hill where i sled on the slops
im fed and can not cope,
with the rumours he spread like he dope
so the blade going to cut'em like im muessureing some coke
dissing you lames puting pleasure to the joke
not messing with u hoes who got me stressing if i should poke
all i want is for the bitch to leave me blessed like the pope
while u weak lames praying for the day ur skills elope...... MurDah