He's Keith Murray

Keith Murray lyrics

Keith Murray lyrics

"Say Goodnite Lyrics"

Welcome Lyrics
Welcome to Americana. Please make your selection followed by the Pound sign now


Now get'em

Yeah, we gonna set shit straight

All y'all niggaz out there, let me tell you something right now

None of y'all niggaz dont't know me

You crazy, punk ass nigga

Hiding behind the microphone

(Y'all ready for this)



[VERSE 1]

Yo, you's a lying fronting fake ass thug everybody know it

You pussy and I'm just the one to show it

word to everything I love and don't love

This nigga ran from me one night after the club y'all

And I'm very hard core I live out my metaphors

Don't ask me what happened just go ask that nigga jaw

I'll tear your roof off sucker punk motherfucker

I'll rush you, crush you, RIGHT?!

This is a constant reminder for you to keep shit straight

Stab you, throw you overboard faggot you dead weight

Rest in peace to all those who thought I wouldn't do it

Crack craniums is what you get for
My Life Lyrics
Hey Mister Radio can I slide into your daytime I promise we'll make some classic rock history I once played a party where some college dudes lived I guess that means my music can be called alternative I did not choose the road I had to take It's the American way I had to make it my own break CHORUS This is my life and I'm down to my soul This is my life, this is my rock and roll This is my life and I've taken control of me You had it locked tight but I s
thinking stupid

The bomb bazee kid is back in the house

So all you punk niggaz go back in the house

Violent as the bible, kill all my rivals

With the two piece with the scope on top sniper rifle



[CHORUS]

So stop trying to see where your eyes can't follow

Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow

You rave accuse, it's a must you get bust

Were not to be fucked with toys ain't us



[VERSE 2]

And y'all niggaz ain't never hug no block like me

Sold working to fiends and hustlers and shook the d's

I ain't proud or bragging but it's plain to see

Ain't half of y'all pussy come up like me

I run in these streets from sun up to sun up

You the type to get found in the back of the club stabbed up

And with the hands you can't get none

So you little bitch niggaz run for your guns

I see caps gotta get pee
Gravedigger Lyrics
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913 Made his great granchildren believe You could live to a hundred and three A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid So Cyrus Jones lived forever Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954 She lost both of her babies in the second great war Now you should never have to watch Your only children lowered in the ground I
ed

Some of them niggaz gotta die to show the rest that shit is real

And you know how it's done son

They pop a lot of shit, then finger fuck the phone 911

Yeah, so duck me when you step in the place

Cause I'll spread that nose all over your face

Niggaz always wanna try to talk it out too late

Hit you with the dirty 30 and crack your chest plate



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3]

And fuck critiquing what I got what I say and do

Fuck him them niggaz and all of you

Yeah and while popping your gums I hope you feel rich

When you done you can eat the peanuts out my shit

I'll rock you maggot redrum faggot

Drink come maggot you can't do me no damage

I'll shank your think tank

Make you drink blood bitch take off them fatigues and put on something pink

I'll wake ALL UP with the 16 inch gig bone handle, oh my lord

And then
Redemption Song Lyrics
Old pirates yes they rob I Sold I to the merchant ship Minutes after they took it From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the arms of the almighty We forward in this generation And triumphantly Won't you help me sing These songs of freedom It's all I ever had Redemption song Redemption song Emancipate yourself from Mental slavery None but ourself can free our mind Have no fear for a
I'll chop ALL UP with the double edge 50 inch sir gladiators

what's that a sword, sneak up on you quite like a killer in the house

Put the barrel in your mouth boom, blow your brains out

Got talkers we doers

Catch you in the back retire you from running like Carl Lewis

And I ain't going back to jail, hell no

Put me in your mix I'm taking you to hell, lets go



[CHORUS]



Yeah, no more battle and no more battlin

You have been officially token out

Go wipe your ass, you piss bags, scallywags

Yeah, all motherfuckers stab crushing niggaz

Nigga Sye Diggy, hell pity

My nigga Digie Grand, B.L

All you up there crushing up niggaz

Big Africa ??? see you up in there too baby

??? keep my whole street unit is for same, word

Y'all niggaz know what time it is

Stray crushing these niggaz

(Y'all ready for this)