"Psychopaths" lyrics

Murder, murder, murder on my mind
Murder, murder, it's time to take your life
Murder, murder, murder on my mind
Murder, murder, it's time to take your life

Murder on my mind, I'm 'bout to commit a crime
The world is fuckin' black, why you searching for the light
The Devil's celebration UAV abomination
Time to fuck the whole world up
UNAVERAGE deadly combination
Pussy mothafucka run his mouth then never show
Double back down double barrel make you hit the floor
What he gonna say seeing a player steady getting dough
Running from the Feds FRS always sitting low
Lights flash when I'm runnin' through the stop sign
Middle finger to these bitches I'ma get mine
On the 8th is yo mothafuckin' deadline
Tyin' 'em up, shoot 'em up like a Columbine

Murder, murder, murder on my mind
Murder, murder, it's time to take your life
Murder, murder, murder on my mind
Murder, murder, it's time to take your life

When the past is fast, never slowin down
Muthafuckas never gonna try to hold me now
When spotlight on and we hear the crowd
And they shoutin our name and they shout it loud

UAV 'til fuckin' death bitch
UAV 'til death
UAV 'til fuckin' death bitch
UAV 'til death

Fuckboys on that bullshit, they actin' like they ruthless
But I'll try to make this muthafucka toothless, with your soul that is so useless
Fuck what you think, what you prove to doubt
All these mothafuckas boutta loose their mouths
You can catch, with the fade and I'll lay you out
Two shots to face, 'til you hit the ground