[Intro: Logic & Lil' Keke]
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Draped up and–, Draped up and–, Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Three in the mornin', gettin' the Gat out the stash spot
Fire up a fat sweet, turnin' on the bulb lights
Hand on the wood grain, ass on the tight white
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas

[Chorus: BeatKing & Krayzie Bone]
Murder, murder, more murder
Kill that shit
More murder, murder, more murder
Kill that shit
More murder, murder, more murder
Kill that shit
More murder, murder, more murder
(Why your face so ugly?)
Kill that shit
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Huh, she gon' catch a body with no mask on
Huh, she gon' kill a n***a soul, all that ass on her
Huh, you know I'm gon' kill that pussy, put a tag on her
Huh, paper plastic bitch gon' make me blow a bag on her
Huh, now she feelin' it, met her when I went and did a party out in Michigan
I hooked her like a fisherman
Let's make a sextape, she ended up auditioning
But she ain't do now actin', she know what I'm packin'
I just blow her back out, probably pull some tracks out
I should be in UFC, I make the pussy tap out
They act like I don't know her, it's a shame, I don't care
Ho, I only recognize you with your ass in the air, let go

[Chorus: BeatKing & Krayzie Bone]
Murder, murder, more murder
Kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Kill that shit (Ho)
(Let go)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yeah, yeah, she told me to come and slide on her with the toolie
I kept that shit on camera, it's a scary movie
Hit her with the switch (Clah, clah), yeah, extended clips
I'ma hit your friend too, I don't leave no witnesses
First degree, shawty killin' me when she on her knees
Splash, splash, just like Freddy Krueger, fuckin' up the streets
O.J. Simpson, if the glove don't fit, then you must've quit
This lil' bitch must be from North Memphis the way she with the shit
I'm off a bean and a Perc', I can't feel that shit
I'm killin' shit but I still claim my innocence
Pocket full of benjamin but I ain't spendin' shit
Until she come and take a ride with me, yeen been a hit

[Chorus: BeatKing, Juicy J & Krayzie Bone]
Murder, murder, more murder
(Clah, clah) Yeah, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
(Clah, clah) Yeah, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
(Clah, clah) Yeah, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
(Clah, clah) Yeah, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Yeah, head down, ass up, kill that shit (Ho)
More murder, murder, more murder
Killa (Kill that) Klan (Kill that)
More murder, murder, more murder
Killa (Kill that) Klan (Kill that)
More murder, murder, more murder
Killa (Kill that) Klan (Kill that)
More murder, murder, more murder
Killa (Kill that) Klan (Kill that)
More murder, murder, more murder
Killa (Kill that) Klan (Kill that)
More murder, murder, more murder
Killa (Kill that) Klan (Kill that)
More murder, murder, more murder
Killa (Kill that) Klan (Kill that)
[Outro]
Trap-A-Holics drop that shit