Murder Seed - Tallah

Hunts for fun-the bastard son

The stress is a hundred and fifty percent

What’s it to you?

Hard to quit-He's obsolete

The best we can do is not peek

What’s it to you?

Hoot me this:

Can I get it done when I’m just above the meniscus?

I’m tweaked out, but that’s just the way it crumbled

When you’re stuck in the past, it’s murder

Why would you dig that shit up?

Fram di battam, wash di room fah mi chain

-Cup full ah piss

An eh brimma', brimma', brimma'

Si mi pan di news

Mek mi choose-fools

Cah mi jah rinna', rinna'

I’ve been infested by people like you

Who write things in cursive to seem more legit'

I’m beginning to understand the disappointment in that fuzzy head

'Cause how can you kill someone

When you won’t even make your bed?

I’m the son of a bitch!

And at with’s end

-I've stepped more stones than I comprehend

There’s nobody home inside

Believe me, I’ve checked

It’s a frequent conundrum

But hoot me this:

Can I get it done when I’m just above the meniscus?

I’m freaked out, but that’s just the way it tumbled

If it’s all up to me, let’s murder

Because fuck everybody else

Fram di battam, wash di room fah mi chain

-Cup full ah piss

An eh brimma', brimma', brimma'

Si mi pan di news

Mek mi choose-fools

Cah mi jah rinna', rinna'

I’ve been infested by people like you

Who write things in cursive to seem more legit'

When an author writes disaster

He picks words that can symbolize the way he feels

-The way he thinks

-The way he perceives the end

And it almost happened

Overgrown by weeds from my dark past

It almost happened

The murder seeds were planted by God’s hand

It almost happened