Sex, Drugs, Money & Murder lyrics

[Intro]
Every man has a breaking point
No matter who they are
And nothing seems to push a man to his breaking point
Faster than the one (one) woman (woman)
Right now you're gonna hear about three individual man
The dealer, the player and the addict
And how a woman drove them to their breaking point
Out of line? Out of mind? You decide

[Madrox Intro]
Hey I'm just callin' you again for like 85th time
I got my test results back the other day
And they said sh*t ain't lookin' good for me
Turns out some dumb f*cking b*tch got me marked
And guess what? Guess who's f*cking house I'm coming to right now b*tch?
You better lock your f*cking doors

[Verse 1: Madrox]
I f*cked this one b*tch raw, like porno flicks
She was working my di*k like my sh*t was a joystick
Now I didn't love her at all, but the pus*y was irreplaceable
Piping out in her parkin lot, on the kitchen table
I'm able to bust up in her, she said that she's on the pill
And f*cking without no rubber always enhances the feel
I started dripping like lava man from my third eye
And the clinics started asking me questions 'bout my sex life
Do I share needles with heroin heads, how many b*tches Have I had
In and outta my f*cking bed, giving me head
Visons of tearing her up, cuttin' her up
Ghost like, gaspin' for air, choking with her throat cut
I'm waiting on the results, diggin' her grave plot
But I'll pay this b*tch back in space for whatever I got
I tried to get back at her, but the word on the street
Must've least changed another and then that b*tch creeped
[Hook x2]
Sex, drugs, money and murder
Should be the last one that you ever heard of
Should be the last one making me nervous
I love sex, drugs, money and murder

[Verse 2: Shoestring]
Money yack and murder, when I catch the b*tch I hurt her
Bust you in your titty, you gonna die, b*tch, you deserter
Sleep in the bucker, till I grab my di*k like f*ck it
Talk and set me up bustin' that Lisa ass in public
She snitched on my brother, I'm searchin' for no other
Lisa ass gone somewhere they won't discover
In the bottem of a pit, puttin' holes in the fit
I chained her to a tub so her body gotta sit
Had a tutu and a bra, but I broke the b*tches jaw
I'm a pimping these b*tches, Don't you cross me cause I'm raw
Shoestring that be my name, Dayton family on my chain
I whoop a dude's ass, I be murdering in the rain
f*cking around with Twiztid, sippin on the mystic
Murder on the scene, all they found was some lipstick
I ain't gonna tell you sh*t, I ain't saying nothing never heard of
I love sex, drugs, money and murder

[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Bootleg]
Sex, drugs, money and murder not for all folk
This b*tch Tammy pulled a whammy, got away with all my dope
But when I catch her, I'm gonna stretch her, she will only f*ck
Posted outside of ther door, just like a comcast truck
Fun and chains, play no games, I'll put one in your brains
Your outta your league, like highschoolers playing Lebron James
I guess that b*tches eyes closed, she can clearly see
She bout to D.I.E. for f*cking with my money tree
B double O.T.L.E.G. b*tch I'm gonna straight OG
I burn your house down, lyrical bombs floating outisde the derbis
f*ck with my cash, that's yo ass, I'm an armed granade
About to explode on you hoes, until everything get's paid
This is more than the name of a crew, b*tch don't get it Twiztid
Have your momma at the cemetery playing you visits
Run off with mine and they gonna find your b*tch ass in the gutterr
f*cking with Twiztid and The Family is another murder

[Hook x2]