Murder
Dr. Corpse Fucker Lyrics
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I'm motivated, with the howlin wind
With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
Knowin that your end is beginnin
Swift silent and deadly
There's no defending my plots, I know your every movement
For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house
Even at your down-low weed spot
But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough
I didn't want people gathering and stuff
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig
Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag
Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
This is anybody (Murderah)
To fuckin' everybody (Murderah)
Nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody (Murderah)
Motherfuckin' everybody (Murderah)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
Lurkin through the turf, think how I'mma just work
Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake
The fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin
A thug wit no love, but bitch niggas die fast
Thug niggas die young - oh what you thought you would last?
Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
And jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know
That his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo'
I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)
Bitch this is anybody (Murderah)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)
Uhh bitch this is anybody (Murderah)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed!
The lyrics to Dr. Corpse Fucker's song "Murder" paint a vivid picture of a violent and deadly world. The verses describe the actions and motivations of a cold-blooded killer who takes pleasure in stalking and executing his targets with brutal efficiency. The first verse sets the tone for the song, with the killer describing his methodical approach to choosing and tracking his victims. He takes pleasure in knowing every detail of their lives and movements, and uses this knowledge to strike when they least expect it.
The second verse is equally chilling, with the killer describing a robbery and murder that he carries out with a ruthless disregard for human life. He takes pride in his ability to outwit and outfight his enemies, using his wits and his weapon to stay one step ahead of the law. The chorus serves as a warning to anyone who would threaten the killer or his interests, making it clear that there is no one who is safe from his wrath.
Overall, the lyrics to "Murder" are a disturbing portrayal of a violent and dangerous world, where life is cheap and killers are celebrated. The song's imagery is graphic and intense, and it leaves little doubt about the depravity of the world it describes.
Line by Line Meaning
When darkness be closin in
I become motivated when I see darkness coming
I'm motivated, with the howlin wind
The howling wind motivates me
With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
I have a list of men who have committed sins and they are my targets
Knowin that your end is beginnin
I know that it's the beginning of the end for my targets
Swift silent and deadly
I am swift, silent, and deadly in my actions
There's no defending my plots, I know your every movement
My plans are unbeatable and I know every move of my targets
For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house
I have been watching my target for six months and could have killed him at his baby mama's house
Even at your down-low weed spot
I could have killed my target even at his secret weed spot
But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough
I chose not to kill my target at those places because the surroundings were not glamorous
I didn't want people gathering and stuff
I didn't want people to gather at the crime scene
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
I didn't want to leave evidence of blood splattering from killing my target
Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig
Smoke this while I decide how I'm going to kill you
Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
My target is extremely nervous right now
As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
I take out my weapon from my tragic bag
Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag
I put on the silencer and load my weapon
Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
The bullet sticks to my target's brain like a magnet
Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
My target's skull is shattered and I leave the cleanup to someone else
This is anybody (Murderah)
Anyone can be a victim of murder
To fuckin' everybody (Murderah)
I will kill anyone and everyone
Nigga all y'all (Murderah)
All of you will become my victims
You'll fuck around and get killed
You will get killed if you mess with me
Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
I saw the exchange of drugs and money
Lurkin through the turf, think how I'mma just work
I'm sneaking around, thinking about how I'm going to carry out my plan
Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
I follow my target to his house and kill him
Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
I get out of my car and point my gun at my target's face
Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake
I commit murder, rob my target, and leave
The fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
I leave the crime scene before the cops show up
Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
My target underestimated me and now he is paying the price
Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
My target didn't expect me to be a deadly sniper
Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
My target should have learned his lesson about messing with me
But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
It's too late for my target, he is about to die
I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
I have been watching my target who thought he was living the high life
Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin
My target was in a great position before, but now he is falling apart
A thug wit no love, but bitch niggas die fast
I am a ruthless killer and weak people die quickly
Thug niggas die young - oh what you thought you would last?
My target was a thug and now he is about to die young
Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
I shoot my target in the head and leave the scene
And jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
I masturbate my friend until he can't anymore
Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know
I continue on with my relationship acting like nothing happened because my partner doesn't know
That his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo'
My partner doesn't know that I am a deadly killer
I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)
I am a killer
Bitch this is anybody (Murderah)
Anyone can be a victim of my killing spree
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Everyone will become my target
You'll fuck around and get killed!
If you mess with me, you will die
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, BRIAN ANTHONY BAILEY, RACQUEL WEAVER
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