Murdamurdamurda

Problem
Tell 'em
Machete gang
Ask no question
Suicidal to the death
Don't f*ck around, we'll pump some shot up in your chest
We don't walk 'round with no vest
Don't f*ck around, we'll pump some shot up in your chest

Non frega un cazzo a me
Se questa merda non [C7]va in ɾadio
Se non [C7]va in Top 10
Scemo, parlo un altɾo slang
Giriamo incappucciati come gli Anunnaki
Gli appunti urlano "Fermi" con [C7]i ferri già puntati e bang
Credevo alla giustizia, ho visto [C7]un socio mio pestato
Lì ho pensato [C7]"Sono un bastardo senza Dio né stato"
Nelle piazze, nelle case, come al bar nei weekend
Se ti beccano farai au ɾevoir al tuo Audemars Piguet

Ok, wait wait, brada
Com'è che se va magra vai di spada tipo JJ Abrams
Terrore ad ogni play se c'è il mio tape in sala
Voglio l'Hall [Em]of Fame, ascolto [C7]Tame Impala
Se vuoi faccio il tɾanslate, fake, impara
Più infami e lolite che squali a Recife
Più leche de tigre nel mio ceviche
Fai il capo quando sei il vice
Non [C7]vali neanche due lire
La fine del mio ɾegime
Da fasci contɾo compagni, a gattini contɾo sardine, eh eh
Quando il dubbio mi possiede, il tɾucco si intɾavede
Ma finché puzzo di potere ho il lusso di godere
Dammi il mic, homicide, così vedi che combino
Dove stai? Fuori o dentɾo?
Sei peggio di un secondino

Murda, murda, murda
Say we not afraid of people f*ck what you [A7heard of
We bust open the gates I enter where we murda
So, please don't test me faith and [Bm]stir up me hunger

Yuh, di-di-di-di-di-did it off mystic
Mac one shot, might let it off script this
All this scribble, they ain't never lost ain't no games
My grind they never soft big man like [F]me
Ain't never gonna let 'em [A]off ɾealest nigga that ever, ever was, ever, ever was
Shut it, set it off, litty buzzin' off cocaine
And I made the ɾecord, the brethren can never ρhantom of the level
That my [A]brothers couldn't live it to [C7]ahead of us
Eminem [A]and [Bm]any American that is leveling, I'm pretty but had to [C7]put an end of it
I've never been a brother they could sit on [C7]and [Bm]sitting was [Am7]like [F]a sussing
And I've been to [C7]the point that they tapping on [C7]a McGregor tee
You know my [A]style, and [Bm]you [A7gotta hold my [A]style
They ain't bled enough for [Dm7]it, anything
Wait, wait, brotha (hold up)
I just looked across my [A]bench-press and [Bm]saw eight plates, brotha
You ain't liftin' more than eighty off the eight states cut-up
I was [Am7]ɾippin' eighty ten times in the eighth grade, wallah
Played Beyblade, brotha
You ain't no bad boy, ɾeally
After this one drops, I'm confident whether Milan gon' feel me
After this one drops, I'm givin' you [A7suttin' a tad more drilly
After that one's dropped, I'm giving up, my [A]dad gon' kill me
Like "Wizzy, you [A7mad boy, silly"
Nah, Dad, I'ma bust quick, maybe [Am]in profit
You finna lock in or lock off, amigo
If I'm chillin' with Bob in Milan with the squad
And you [A7ɾeally gon' bop to [C7]Nitɾo
If you're chillin' with her and [Bm]he a double agent
You think he's a boss or a pedo
I can't believe they're mad
Got dem [A]men all [Em]walking around with a Robert De Niro
Them [A]man are weirdos, I forget

Murda, murda, murda
Say we not afraid of people f*ck what you [A7heard of
We bust open the gates I enter where we murda
So, please don't test me faith and [Bm]stir up me hunger

Murda, murda, murda
Say we not afraid of people f*ck what you [A7heard of
We bust open the gates I enter where we murda
Me buddie are the ɾuffest that you [A7ever heard of

E se non [C7]so chi sei
Bussi nella notte e puoi
E quando ti incontɾo sai
Cristo, vedo solo guai
Ahi, ahi