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  • Murs – Rick Grimes Is Dead letras

    [Intro: Noa James]
    So I used to be a security, right, at this Travel America
    We found a dead body in the, in the truck
    It was a prostitute in the back
    I had to get her out right?
    But when I was trying to get her out
    She telling me she was gonna’ spit on me
    I’m like ‘Why is she telling me this shit?’
    People are telling me she got HIV
    I’m like ‘She trying to get me HIV?’
    I’m like ‘Why, why she trying to give me HIV?
    Don’t spit on me’

    [Verse 1: MURS]
    Brains on the sidewalk homicide
    Nothing but that yellow tape, white chalk
    It’s my fault, I’m a motherfucking psychopath
    In my defense though, I never really liked his ass
    He tried to smash on me, touching on my chain bro
    Put his hands on me so I handed him his halo
    Halo, ayo, halo, he thought it was a game bro
    Midtown, Master Chief, city of the angels

    [Hook: MURS]
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff and the motherfucking deputy
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff, sheriff, sheriff, sheriff, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff and the motherfucking deputy
    Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock
    Ain’t nobody ever killed a zombie with a body shot
    Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock
    Ain’t nobody ever killed a zombie with a body shot
    Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock
    Ain’t nobody ever killed a zombie with a body shot
    Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock
    Ain’t nobody ever killed a zombie with a body shot

    [Verse 2: MURS]
    I brought pay dues back bitch
    They never thought they see an indie nigga that rich
    So they hated on me, but now I’m back again
    I swear to God, let’s pray they never be that whack again
    We ’bout to pack it in, we might could sell it
    Budweiser let the city kick the Devil out
    What they was yellin’ out, that ain’t no pay dues
    The city love me ’cause they know that I’m a stay true
    You niggas bit my shit, they tried to copy on me
    Seen the headliner and the fly shit, it’s sloppy homie
    Got the little homies actin’ like they don’t know me
    I put em on but they still ain’t paid me what they owe me
    It’s time to collect, the time for conversation passed
    I pulled up and pulled out and started talkin’ fast
    Thought he was bulletproof just because he got some cash
    It was either shoot em or salute em so I shot his ass

    [Hook:MURS]
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff and the motherfucking deputy
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff, sheriff, sheriff, sheriff, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff, I shot the, I shot the sheriff
    I shot the sheriff and the motherfucking deputy
    Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock
    Ain’t nobody ever killed a zombie with a body shot
    Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock
    Ain’t nobody ever killed a zombie with a body shot
    Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock
    Ain’t nobody ever killed a zombie with a body shot
    Body rock, body rock, I can make your body rock
    Ain’t nobody ever killed a zombie with a body shot