Letra de ' Murder Seed ' de 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 wit'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