Murder Go Round Lyrics

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 no 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 lead 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, dawg," uh, this shit gets old
Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay? How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
There he sits, so I knock on the door Pops opened up, pops hit the floor Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it, it's the murder go round
Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
Murder go round