It's the Motor Soundtrack.
It's the Motor Soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
The Aggravator, Exacivated, Immaculator, Random Aggie, Sprayed, was mad, Layered, Attracts, Slay us, A dot was on guard, With armor, a bomb ready, We stomped upon Freddy, And locked his arms steady,
Over court placement, the rapper had a choice Grabbed the cash, stayed mad, hungry, lunging at the voice Shunned the sun after anointment, the one that rappers enjoyment The boy did lack what his dad and his grandmamma had told him
Screw up with the long shot, dark spotted hockey mask.
Shot off a clock, Mossberg in the cocky stance.
Knocking on doors, popped the wrong person, then he bounced.
Penny bounced on him, the boy's little sister.
Employed with a scripture, over ultimate genre.
Swimming for me, this daughter that throw was mostly an honor to meet.
So dotted and knock off mobsters in the town.
Recording murder soundtrack in Will Tell's basement.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a motor soundtrack.
It's a motor soundtrack.
I started it.
Now I'm gonna end this!
The bone-rattlin', gun-gattlin', crisis, crisis!
Robbery and ISIS.
I'm right here with the Dices.
Have you buried where the vices?
Listen, my vices.
Half-road is short hair.
We take sport hair.
Don't get caught hair.
Beat ill, tell will, will tell, will chill.
Break bread, fake dead, take lead.
Club bed, rap head, scrap sketch.
Start again, look hard again.
Tell me, what's your heart again?
I finally found a heart again.
You finally found your heart again.
That we all is in.
With Afro spray.
The young boy know all this?
I ain't get that great.
while my hair turn gray burn your tax pay a chef like bobby flay they say daddy you clay
Ha ha ha!
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's murder.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's a murder soundtrack.
It's the murder soundtrack.
