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[Chorus x2:] Murdah, murdah, murdah, the mothahfuckah murdah Murdah, murdah, the mothahfuckah murdah Murdah, murdah, the mothahfuckah murdah The mothahfuckah murdarah [Sinful 1] Yes! It's your wake up call, so bust a glock to get to heaven You never came up? They run you 1-8-7 You choke when I slash your throat, I take it as a joke I laugh, cause after that you might get smoked Then I put cha on a table, and I'll chop you up to pieces I do it in a hustle, make you feel like a puzzle And nobody can put you back together again Next it'll be your family, then I'll get your friends [Intellect] It's a minute before midnight, and I'm on the prowl Have no room for sympathy cause my life is foul I lost it a long time ago, I lose control On a dumb mothahfuckah taking a late night stroll You see? The night belongs to a prowler And somebody's coming to face him in an hour Coming straight at cha Your head I'm gonna fracture I take you on an ill trip, you dying when I catch cha Letras de canciones [Chorus x2] [Intellect] Don't give a fuck about life and its meaning Trying to cut a deal to survive? Keep dreaming! I'm the merciless Mexakin, and you cannot see well When I take your fucking eyes out with a hot spoon Rub til you scar, skin you alive Then throw your fucking ass in a pool of peroxide Or, shank you in the heart with a gold-bladed dagger Then knock your fucking head off with a sledge hammer [Sinful 1] Manitico, satnico, malvado multiplero Pero vas a ver porque me dicen el "talo" perro A veces pierdo la mente, de repente, me regresa Empieza, cuando a mi se-se me sella un tercer fuerza Agarro un martillo, te doy un chingadazo en la cabeza Ya lo dija, nunca te hago una promesa Te dejo tirado en un charco de sangre Tengo hambre, llega la hora de chingar tu madre [Chorus x2] [Sinful 1] Another tale from my murdahrous point of view Here's the plot No matter what, victims get shot No barkings to let them say, "Let's make a deal!" What I wanna hear is a punk mothahfuckah squeal Stick a shank in your chest and turn it The reason why you dying, punk bitch, is cause you earned it You were at the wrong place at the wrong time Now I find another property of flight that I claim as mine [Intellect] The more you scream the more I fiend to be a surgeon I can feel the urging, the merging! More wicked than Manson, Bundy, Ramirez Dahmer, I show these mothahfuckahs what fear is More scarier than Halloween, so fuck Michael Myers! Trick or treat my technique? Set your house on fire Or cut your fucking tongue out, and watch it twist and jump Put some battery acid in your water And watch you slurp it [Chorus x4] [Music fades away] [Intellect knocking on door] [Intellect:] Yo! Sin! Wake your fucking ass up! We gotta go to the studio! [Sinful 1] God Damn, Homes! That shit was crazy! From Letras Mania