murder go round

what can i say

man

i hit him with the brick

killed the little prick

him and his chick

tried to be slick but you ain't slinky

you're brinky

you're dinky

you suck my twinkie

i don't give a fuck if you call me a clown

break it on down

it's murder go round

what'cha dishing out

i betcha ya it comes back to ya

if you're trying to creep

i'd hate to say i never knew ya

once upon a time in the ghetto zone

a ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome

i'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head

excuse me

motherfucker

was it something i said

forks up

forks down

man

forks sideways

then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays

swung on his pipe once again for the road

hold up