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From Plies's album: The Real Testament

(Ey I Like To Welcome All You Mother Fuckers, To The Home Of The Goons, Where The Graveyards Over Crowed And Where Choppers Is A Most)

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Stay On The Coast Nigga If You Aint Ready To Make And Shake Cause This The Home Of The Bodys Check The Murder Rate, Money Is Key The Only Thing Be The Murder Case So You Better Kill Him If You Dont Want Him At Your Court Date, You Coming Better Come With Them Choppers And Dont Fake Cause If You Bullshitin Youll One Who Get Erased This Niggas Murkin Out Pussy Nigga In Broad Day, And Where Ever U Get Caught Slipping At Thats Where You Lay, And Like They Say Nigga No Face No Case As Long As This Goons Are Lurkin The Streets Aint Save The More Rounds You Shoot A Nigga The Less Aim It Take Its Murkin Season So You Pussys Stay Out The Way

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season [x2]

[Verse 2:]
[ Murkin Season lyrics from
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And Murkin Season Dont End This Shit Get Around, It Aint Neva Dropping Murkin Season Dont Slow Down Its Impossible Too Many Choppers Floating Round This Young Niggas They Sick With It With Dat Four Pound,They Cut It 12 And All They Talk About Is Murkin Out,Old Lady Said She Woke Up By That Chopper Sound, Said She Gat Out Of Bed And Laid Right Down From What I Heard Them Crackers Found 120 Rounds, Four Mother Fucking Dead Bodys Layin On The Ground, Nigga Bend On It Now Who Gonna Get Offer? Running Your Fuck Box You Better Watch How You Choose Your Words And Niggas Sendin Treats Pussy You Gat Alot Of Nerves, Nigga Leav Your Mother Fucking Brains On The Curve This Aint The Eightis Dawg Niggas Gettin Murk Every Where You Turn You See Dead Niggas On T-Shirts Every Time I Pass By The Graveyard I See A Herb

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season [x2]

[Verse 3:]
Not Respecting This Streets What Gat You Niggas Fucked, That Pussy Nigga Aint Bout It He Know How To Play Tough, Runnin Your Dick Suck In Flag Would Get You Chopped Up I Know Plenty Of Niggas Like You Dat Done Gat Touched You Talk Alot Cause You Gat A Chopper That Iant Enough I Know 100 Niggas With Choppers Blowing Your A Bust, You Gat The Mind For A Killer But You Aint Gat The Nuts You Gat The Front Game Down Packed But You Aint Gat The Nut, You Probably Gat Off Before But You Aint Wack Nothing, And You Cant Play Games Boy The Streets Real Trying To Impress A Mother Fucker Goin To Get You Niggas Killed Murkin Season Is Official Boy This Shit For Real

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season [x2]
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