Recipe 4 a Murder lyrics

[Verse 1: Willie D]
Motherf*ckers are dying
And getting buried in the cemetary
'Cause they ass couldn't pass the preliminaries
That's when you mind your own
Stay in line and keep the f*ck out of mine
'Cause goddamn I ain't got it all
This year I'm a f*ck off a whole lot of y'all
There was a body found in a lake
Butt naked, wrapped in duct tape
And the #1 suspect came from a broken home
That ain't been fixed yet
You got family, ah that's beautiful
I want to see them at your goddamn funeral
Along with your b*tch and your friends
'Cause I'm a view the body, and pop your ass again
No I'm not di*k riding the chronic like the others
I'm just the wrong motherf*cker
For a n*gga to play with or say sh*t
Behind my back, 'cause n*gga that's gay sh*t
I'll make a n*gga drop his pants then buck him
Throw him in the ditch and let the dope fiends f*ck him
I can't charge it to the game
'Cause the game never paid Willie D a goddamn thing
I'm talking about a cold-blooded murder
You never heard of a recipe for a murder