Murder Me (feat. 2Pac)

Communicating while anonymous doesn't accomplish too much

So imma get this fucking platform, keep on talkin' my stuff

Reachin' everybody

From the South Side of Atlanta

To the place I'm more familiar with but I paint panoramas

That'll make you trip like I love Lucy

By the way I took a trip and I love Lucy

She introduced me to the truth

I wrap a noose around your boss real quick

Kick his stool out, and make his boss' boss feel it

And nah my balls don't fit

In the palm of my hands

So don't ask me to grab 'em, I let 'em hang I'm the man

Fuck spelling it out

I'm yelling it out

Y'all flip then you flip

You're not hip you're not hop

I'm just a product of listenin'

To washed up artists submittin'

Feeble attempts to stay on, so all that garbage your givin'

Is getting you thrown out

I'm thrown, leave me alone I'm in my zone now

Too many clowns

Diemon is full of lions it's time to roam now

And my life, is a good book

Bugus, rollin' good kush

Never house a bitch because they bite and bark, woof woof

Look, look

The world is pulling me down I'm about to push, push

And let the visions in my head pull my sled, Balto, mush, mush

Y'all lay beneath the tush, tush

And your pockets stay empty

Because your mouth is full of pussy

Go dive in ambition

Swim around in some talent

Bust a nut full of visions

Then hit it again with some passion

And get it crackin' like the sea monster

I see monsters with all that

Fee-fi-foh-fum

But y'all ain't scarin' no one so just fall back

Because it's D-I-E-M-O-N

'Till the motherfucking world ends

And I'm probably where your girl is

Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the lord ever heard of me

I need loot

So I'm doing what I do

And don't say shit 'till you walk in my shoes

Now them same mothafuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh)

I need loot so I'm doin' what I do

And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes

There was no other destiny to choose

I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' nigga blues

Imma, heavy thinker, light smoker, henny drinker

Gotta gift, for the game, wrapped around my middle finger

No semi-circles in this DIEMON shit

Squares don't linger

I'm your dudes favorite rapper, and your bitches favorite singer

It's Jerry Springer in this hotel room, minus the violence

We questioning each other on some who what where and why shit

But back to the living out the dream or tryna find it

Fuck it I think I found it

Fuck that I know I found it

Y'all old dudes ain't new no more, y'all need a fountain

Y'all be king of the hill motherfuckers, I got the mountain

Y'all shoutin' making commotion

Barely making a wave I'll make the ocean

And park my yacht on your property with no apology for show boatin'

And I've met God a lot but I've never met Jesus

I've even met the Devil and kicked it with her on some G shit

She showed me how to get to hell

I showed her how to leave it

And close that fucking door shut as I walk towards my freedom (yah, do it)

Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the lord ever heard of me

I need loot

So I'm doing what I do

And don't say shit 'till you walk in my shoes

Now them same mothafuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh)

I need loot so I'm doin' what I do

And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes

There was no other destiny to choose

I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' nigga blues

Don't get it fucked up you can still get dropped

Employees handing out fades to the boss

I'm not saying that I'm either one, nah

I'm just saying that it can be done, oh oh oh oh