Bitches and gentlemen welcome to Murdertown
Keep your hands in the fuckin' car and keep your windows up
They know you're not one of them by your smell
Who you are, where you're from means nothing
To be someone here you have to kill someone and your soft ass ain't doin' shit
Tell your son to straighten his hat out, that means something here
And tuck that middle of the mall chain in
They shoot each other for fake Jordans
These are real gorillas, this ain't a fuckin' movie dick

Tonite there's a concert in the streets
Tonite you'll have nightmares
Tonite we don't sleep

Ooo ooo ah ooo ooo ah
Hangin out the window with the whoop wop
Big long mop clean your whole block
Ooo ooo ah ooo ooo ah

Ooo ooo ah ooo ooo ah
Wind chimes ring when the shells drop
Peq 15 on a night watch
Ooo ooo ah ooo ooo ah

Sir, tell your daughter to stop lookin' at 'em like that unless she wants to sell some ass
Tell your wife the same
I don't care who you think you married, she never got game like this
They trade their kids for drugs
You never seen desperation like here
We hate people like you
Not because we have it worse but because you're clueless and your life is a joke
You clowns sympathize with us on TV but if you ever came near us we'd cut your heart out and chew on it
These are real hyenas you fuckin' morons keep calling each other the goats
They'll prolly try and kill me for bringing you here and I don't blame 'em
And if they don't I was gonna trade you for a gambling debt I have because you people piss me off

Tonite there's a concert in the streets
Tonite you'll have nightmares
Tonite we don't sleep

Ooo ooo ah ooo ooo ah
Hangin out the window with the whoop wop
Big long mop clean your whole block
Ooo ooo ah ooo ooo ah

Ooo ooo ah ooo ooo ah
Wind chimes ring when the shells drop
Peq 15 on a night watch
Ooo ooo ah ooo ooo ah

So there it is, I hope you enjoyed yourselves
Souvenirs? What?
We don't sell souvenirs, we sell coke, bitch
Take your leave
What that?
That's nothing, ignore them
Those guys are fuckin jokes
Don't waste your time over there
Artists?
No, they don't do art, they do death
They're lowlives, that's not music, that's shit
And they worship the devil
Do you want any interactions with the devil, bitch?
Were you not paying attention?
Those are not human beings, they're...

(It's the motherfuckin' Boogeyman)