Amazing Murder lyrics

[Intro: Robert Downey Jr. & Woody Harrelson]
So tell me, Mickey, how can you look at an ordinary person?
An innocent guy with kids, and then shoot him to death?
I mean, how can you bring yourself to do that?
Innocent? Who-who's— Wayne, are you innocent?
I'm innocent? Yes I am, of murder? Definitely
Its just murder, man
All gods creatures do it in some form or another
I mean, you look in the forest, you got species killing other species
Our species killing all species, including the forest
We just call it industry, not murder
But I know a lot of people who— uhh, deserve to die
Why do they deserve to die?
I think everybody got something in their past
Some sin, some awful secret thing
A lot of people walk around out there, already dead
Just need to be put out of their misery
That's where I come in; fates messenger

[Verse 1: Lil Try]
Midnight fall, demons in my mind, its a full moon
Eyes bloodshot red, got my scared devil's comin' soon
Starin' in the mirrors, mane, cannot see my f*ckin' face
So I grab the Glock 19, and finna go rob another place
Walkin' out the door, I'm kinda slow, I grip my f*ckin' nine
Hizzno, [?], it's Lil' Trizzy, blizzow on my f*ckin' mind
Evil is this able? It's my label, demons screamin', mane
Pitchfork full of fire, I never lie, I like to shoot them thang
Goin' through a disaster 'cause my master said I need it, so
Spirit after spirit got me hectic with my n*gga Yo
Back up on my track, I sell my crack, my shadow dressed in black
Never have no fear, you heard? Lil' Trizzy fiendin' for a pack
Havin' evil thoughts about this cross that's burnin' up in flames
On my knees, oh help me, please, I'm fizzucked in the f*ckin' game
All about my riches, f*ck these b*tches, thinkin' of a plan
D-E-V-I-L, the devil's Ridgecrest Killa Klan
[Verse 2: Lil Yo]
Well I was kicked back up at Skinny's shop, mane, it was around 5 o'clock
We demand, master plan, so we came up with a plot
Armed robbery, he'll walk the streets, a murder of first degree
Plus I know a n*gga, mane, that work down at First Tennessee
Called up my nig', tell 'em, I'll be down there about 6
Leave the back door unlocked, I'ma come in like the narcs
Big boots on, ski mask drawn, and im dressed in camouflage
Shoe polish on my face, 'cause I'm comin' like the mob
Seen the bank teller, should I killer her? I don't even not know
Let my Glock start thinkin', and quickly blowed up the ho
Comin' from the back, seen a b*tch and a n*gga with two kids
And a security guard at work, puttin' my n*gga on alert
Got alotta cash and some knowledge, what the f*ck I'm gon' do with my hostage?
Let the kids out the door, plus the grown-ups they must go
Vampin' out the back, leavingl' no trace, hopin' and prayin' I ain't catchin' no case
For these sucker, motherf*ckers they can stay up out my face
Then I hit that thang, gold McLeans, 5-0's on my f*ckin' ass
Chicken, smokin' chicken, while Lil' Trizzy count my f*ckin' cash
5-0 wanna get a n*gga, [?] up a road block
I hit the gas even harder fool, we ain't gonna stop
Made a quick left, and I'm ballin' down in Hyde Park
Helicopters in the air, I think I see a thousand cops
Ballin' down lounge [?] street to holler at my daddy's son
Blow my horn, keep on goin', the 5-0 got me on the run
[Verse 3: Lil T]
When the night falls I'm dressed in black
Creepin' on the scene with the big full Gat
Pimp got a chain, scopin' on the scene, droppin' these b*tches for the needy green
Killin' these b*tches for the motherf*ckin'cheese
Hangin' these player haters from the trees
Gotta get my ends 'fore I motherf*ckin' wail
So I gotta blast and chief some hay
Killa better known as little T, comin' straight from the S.L.P
If you wanna test that sh*t, I bet you get your wig split
Droppin' these b*tches off in the ditch, if you snitch you gon' get lynched
Try to lie; you gon' die, hollow point bullets gon' multiply
Killer be leavin' these b*tches scare, killer be leavin' hoes dead in the med
Beep my n*gga [?] for a motherf*ckin' sack
A sack gon' make a n*gga likely react, with a mother f*ckin' gun in my hand
A gun in my hand, I'm a devious man
If you cannot stand this sh*t, this sh*t is too thick
Frayser Click sh*t, b*tch

[Verse 4: Lil Debo]
Stayin' full of dope, inhalin' all the smoke
Devious sh*t is in my mind, I'm paranoid and with this nine
Lookin' out for them folks, sometimes I might be low
Smokin' on that light green dope, as it's makes me cough and choke
Poppin' slugs up out this nine, hopin' I won't do no time
If I get caught with this nine, stayin' strapped all the time
If I have to pop a n*gga, won't be scared to pull the trigger
People think evil, get it, n*gga, I'm your mama's grave digger