Murder
Craig Xen Lyrics


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Woke up like whose face am
I gon' fuck up today
Anybody wanna get into it with me
I'ma get into it with 'em
I'ma leave 'em to lay
Ayy, yeah that shit's smackin', nigga
Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
We can clip all that shit
Look, ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh

Bitch, I woke up like whose face
Am I gon' fuck up today
Anybody wanna get into it with me
I'ma get into it with 'em
I'ma leave 'em to lay
Ok, I woke up like this morning
Who I'm fin' kill today
Break bread on the face
Smoke a blunt full of blood and
Then I paint me a way
Yeah it's that murder, murder
Leave 'em hurtin'
Pull up on 'em whippin' in a black Suburban
Ayo for certain, fuck nigga lurkin'
Spit like a hundred round
Drum now he squirmin'
Glock 45 when I move on the low
Ok I think it's safe to say
The devil's got my soul
Ok now move out with that work
I got the work on the low
Diamonds white like Mike Tyson got
The "K" and the "O"
Got that AK, gotta let it spray
Gotta let the choppa chop up his face
Man down, hundred round
Drummin' like a motherfuckin'
High school band
I be like "Hey say, bitch, come my way
Finna knock your ass back to yesterday"
Way hate? I'm pumping brakes
They say I'm too psycho in my brain
Psycho in the brain
Woke up entertained Like who the
Fuck strap this straight jacket?
When I find buddy I'ma let 'em have it
Woke up this morning and prayed to my ratchet
Fuck on a bad bitch right deep I'm a addict
(Ayy)
Damn, it's affect to the bands in my attic
(yeah, ayy)
Momma ain't know she was raising a savage
(Bitch, ayy)
Band outta can, gotta get another band
And indeed another grand
Hunnid grand what I'm after
To the afterlife I be a
Demonized goddamn shady bastard
Scratch on the palm of my hand
Breakin' laws of the land
Committed to die living insane
With a blade six inches, influencin'
Death to any and everybody against us





(O oh) yeah snapped on that bitch, yeah
Diablo on the beat, bitch ayy

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Craig Xen and Wifisfuneral's song "Murder" depict a dark and confrontational mindset. The opening lines suggest a readiness to cause trouble and engage in conflicts with others. The repetitive phrases of "I'ma get into it with 'em, I'ma leave 'em to lay" emphasize a combative and potentially violent attitude.


The lyrics continue to describe a desire for destruction and mayhem, with lines like "Break bread on the face, Smoke a blunt full of blood" indicating a willingness to harm others and revel in brutality. The references to murder and hurting others are repeated throughout the song, painting a picture of a disturbed individual who finds entertainment and satisfaction in causing harm to others.


The lines "Glock 45 when I move on the low, Ok I think it's safe to say, The devil's got my soul" suggest a feeling of being possessed by dark forces or influenced by evil intentions. The mention of the devil and the reference to a gun indicate a sense of danger and unpredictability.


Overall, the lyrics of "Murder" depict a sense of aggression, violence, and a disregard for human life. It portrays a character who has lost touch with empathy and embraces a destructive path.


Line by Line Meaning

Woke up like whose face am I gon' fuck up today
I woke up this morning wondering who I'm going to cause harm to today


Anybody wanna get into it with me, I'ma get into it with 'em, I'ma leave 'em to lay
If anyone wants to start a conflict with me, I'll engage with them and make sure they suffer the consequences


Ok, I woke up like this morning, Who I'm fin' kill today
I woke up with the intention of choosing someone to end their life today


Break bread on the face, Smoke a blunt full of blood and Then I paint me a way
I will cause harm to someone and then celebrate by smoking a joint filled with violence, finding satisfaction in my actions


Yeah it's that murder, murder Leave 'em hurtin' Pull up on 'em whippin' in a black Suburban
I take pleasure in committing murder, inflicting pain on my victims, and arriving at their location in a menacing black Suburban


Ayo for certain, fuck nigga lurkin' Spit like a hundred round Drum now he squirmin'
I am absolutely sure to eliminate anyone who poses a threat, my rapping skills are like rapid gunshots causing them to squirm


Glock 45 when I move on the low Ok I think it's safe to say The devil's got my soul
I carry a Glock 45 for discreet actions, and it is evident that I am under the influence and control of the devil


Ok now move out with that work I got the work on the low
Now it's time to engage in illegal activities, as I discreetly possess the illegal substances


Diamonds white like Mike Tyson got The 'K' and the 'O'
My white diamonds shine brightly, just like Mike Tyson's teeth with the letters 'K' and 'O' representing knockout power


Got that AK, gotta let it spray Gotta let the choppa chop up his face
I obtained an AK-47 and will unleash its deadly spray, cutting up someone's face into pieces with a high-powered weapon


Man down, hundred round Drummin' like a motherfuckin' High school band
There will be a casualty, as I unload a hundred rounds from my drum magazine, creating chaos similar to a high school band playing loudly


I be like 'Hey say, bitch, come my way Finna knock your ass back to yesterday'
I confidently approach someone, telling them to come towards me, as I am determined to violently send them back in time to a previous day


Way hate? I'm pumping brakes They say I'm too psycho in my brain
Why do they hate? I'm restraining myself from unleashing more violence, although they claim I am mentally unstable


Woke up entertained Like who the Fuck strap this straight jacket?
I woke up feeling entertained, questioning who would have strapped me into a straight jacket


When I find buddy I'ma let 'em have it Woke up this morning and prayed to my ratchet
Once I locate my target, I will deliver extreme harm to them. I woke up today and worshipped my weapon


Fuck on a bad bitch right deep I'm a addict
Engaging in sexual activities with an attractive woman fulfills my addiction


Damn, it's affect to the bands in my attic
Wow, the money is accumulating so much that it is affecting the storage space in my attic


Momma ain't know she was raising a savage
My mother didn't realize she was raising someone with a brutal and violent nature


Band outta can, gotta get another band And indeed another grand
I ran out of money, so I need to obtain more, aiming for a large sum of one thousand dollars


Hunnid grand what I'm after To the afterlife I be a Demonized goddamn shady bastard
I desire to acquire one hundred thousand dollars, willing to become a demonic and shady person even in the afterlife


Scratch on the palm of my hand Breakin' laws of the land
I have a scratch on my hand, indicating my willingness to break the laws of society


Committed to die living insane With a blade six inches, influencin' Death to any and everybody against us
I am dedicated to living a crazy and dangerous life, equipped with a six-inch blade that has the power to cause death to anyone who opposes us


(O oh) yeah snapped on that bitch, yeah, Diablo on the beat, bitch ayy
I unleashed my anger and aggression on that individual, expressing my dominance while also acknowledging Diablo's contribution to the intense beat




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