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See those rappers on these whack beats all talking with their ego's
yeah, you're "dope as fuck" and run the streets…
k, homie we know, we know
all I really see is hoes….brainless, aimless, mindless fuck's who can't even really flow

[CHORUS]
All I hear is yack yack yack (yack, yack, yack)
every mother fucker with a microphone is thinkin' he can spit but all you do is yack, yack, yack,
you're embarrassing yourself talking crap, when in reality you're shit man, all you do is yack, yack, yack…
any bitch with a track can write a rap and act like they spit hot…
but you're the face of the fakes you disgrace what we stand for, you're the kid who killed hip hop.

[VERSE 1]
Murderer! someone call 911
I'd sit around mourning rap but man I'm so done with this bullshit,
I'm about to unload my whole tongue in one clip, you punk bitch,
your times gone come right NOW!
and I'm about to pick the speed up,
see to catch up to me you'd need a pill which is fine cause I don't need none,
all these whack rappers, I don't see one
coming with the skill of me I feel like I'm watching shitty re-runs…
meanwhile, molly rappers keep running the internet…
doped up fans, who all seemingly forgettin' that
this art form was built on a movement but the only movement now is this shitty dance music
but the nextwave is in…underground hooligan chillin with a blueprint
24/7 coming at you with that true shit,
MURDERCORP.© better get used to it
Hip-Hop is dead I'm resurrecting realness like a second christ
pissed as fuck rapper, but my master flow is hella nice
I live in a time where Eminem's become Vanilla Ice
so I mic murder, DeR…do I have to spell it twice?
M-U-R, D-E-R, giving rap CPR, look at that bleeding heart…
knock knock, seeing stars,
killin a million rappers by the millisecond, speeding bars
Detroit City, Bruiser bitch believe it's ours,
I don't care about anything but leaving Earth with genius art
I know we can save the world but Sheeple seem need a spark
hip to the hopster yeah, I can see we are different from each other
so let's leave it to these bars (bars, bars, bars)….live and in charge
outta this world, I got fans on Mars
I'm shopping for spaceships, you're worried bout cars
hip hop needs a facelift I'll do it no charge

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[CHORUS]

[BRIDGE]
All I hear is is yack, yack, yack…yock, yock, yock…
All you do is yack, yack yack...yock, yock, yock...
All I hear is yack, yack, yack
Well this is where that shit stops

[VERSE 2]
Next its death grips, bringing out the guillotine
head chop em lyrically, take your chain steal your beat
fuck who's watching the throne….take the crown and kill the king
Splinter Cell, I see you but you don't see me
sneak attack a weak bitch, I don't need to sneak diss
call you out online because you can't handle this realness
you think you're heavy,
but we used to pig squeal just to have an excuse to throw chairs and do mean shit (rage)
solo mode engaged…but I'm setting up a team quick
it's starts with unplugging your mind from the matrix…kill your TV, I mean this
I'm a reckless emcee bitch & I don't do this for the green slips
so hurry kids come quick and see this before the government gets word and deletes it!
I believe this world's controlled and operated by those who want you at your lowest thought stream
so that's why I stay outside the eyes of these private investors who would have come and bought me
if I could have been bought then I would have, karate choppin Illuminati with a good axe
Downriver bred, but as of late I'm a hood rat, hood low, spray paint can in my hand,

I am the MURDERCORP.© Man

And I ain't just yackin'….Kill Your TV: 3(D)

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