Murk the Game (a.k.a. Jackson Pollock)

Lyricz: There'z been another homicide Another MC gone and died And hiz mama cried When they found him in a ditch with hiz body hog-tied The assailant teared hiz voice box out and hiz face waz ripped off But the dental recordz and autopsy ID'ed the victim az Rick Ross A witness on the scene seen a tall blonde flee in a limouzine This iz now a pattern That makez three dead rapperz now countin' the last onez They found Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka last week in a trash heap With both their neckz broke in half And their headz jammed up in each other'z asscheekz It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Yo... You heared about MF Doom? They had to have him exhumed to see what happened Seemz he waz just nappin' in hiz living room When somebody breaked in the house and removed hiz mouth This monster'z out there doin' this right now! Who'll be the next guy found lyin' face-down on the ground Dyin' from live roundz with hiz tongue sliced out? Tyler, The Creator probably Oddly hiz future'll find him bodied Watch A$AP Mob and J. Cole Az they roll out on a gurney Word B, I murk theze rapperz Make Young Money run from me ... That'z a gun, dummy Shit on Nicki, piss on Drizzy, that bitch iz history Rap Nowitzki, blitzkrieg a 2 Chainz And nah, I ain't forgetted you, Wayne Chop off that thing you claim'z a head With a blade that I ganked from Wu-Tang When I slain the RZA Sneaky iz the grim reaper, get some reefer Leave it on a land mine for Wiz Khalifa And laugh while I give the finger It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Yo... Backpackin' rapperz to superstarz I don't care who you are You're dead man, I shut Def Jux the fuck down And next up iz Def Jam Jeezy? He'd be too eazy A couple ki'z, he'd agree to meet me In a dark alley... Sneaky up on the roof with the scope, he go POOF! Young Hova getting' runned over Salute me, you'z done soldier Roc boyz, y'all done gone the wrong way Should've let me write your songz, 'Ye But I ain't Rhymefest, I'm just Gettin' somethin' off my chest, you guyz test my patience Goodness gracious, I haz to laugh I still ain't done Aftermath Tell Kendrick I'll split hiz wig with a single order: Drop the mortar and bombz away! This iz not your day I got Dr. Dre in chronic pain Where'z Eminem? Send him in Hammel gon' finish him Spine-rip, Mortal Kombat type-shit Courtesy of Heinrich It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Uh... uh... In hip-hop it'z no rulez Sneaky take it old school and murder thoze foolz KRS, all them D'z Kool Moe, Chuck, Mike, even Schoolly Rev. Run, I shoot him DMC and Rick Rubin 'cauze he produced them Even Eric B. Man, I don't care if he made the beat, beware of me No Sneak, not him! You don't want a problem with Rakim! It'z no prob, I spray the god A walk-by on my way to Todd Spot L comin' out Chanel, cock the 12-gauge And rock hiz bellz, I pop them shellz A basket case, no rapper'z safe Iz that Masta Ace? I waz born to roll on theze bastardz Slash your face and trash your place Searchin' for Marley'z address Gotz to wet the whole Juice Crew, him and Shan next Hmmm, G Rap still spittin' okay But I can't skip him, no way! Then Biz and Kane get slain, I'm insane Cypress taught me this, mayne But fuck Muggz and B Real You putoz ain't been dope since I rode a Big Wheel You get killed, hit Quik tonight too Had to uze my AK on Ice Cube Got Hav' and P straight shook, do not sleep I teach you how to really Mobb Deep Az in “six feet”, you fuckin' pipsqueakz I turn MCz to mincemeat Slam Onyx... (Slam!) Leave their ass catatonic, I act demonic Attackin' at random, pauze it The game done got full of shit, this a rap colonic And all theze catz gettin' jacked like anabolicz I had to drop this catastrophic track to splatter rapperz ... Jackson Pollock