There'z been another homicide
Another MC gone and died
And hiz mama cried
When they found him in a ditch with hiz body hog-tied
The assailant teared hiz voice box out and hiz face waz ripped off
But the dental recordz and autopsy ID'ed the victim az Rick Ross
A witness on the scene seen a tall blonde flee in a limouzine
This iz now a pattern
That makez three dead rapperz now countin' the last onez
They found Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka last week in a trash heap
With both their neckz broke in half
And their headz jammed up in each other'z asscheekz

It'z Hammel, you heard the name
You heard the name
I came to murk the game
Murk the game

Yo...
You heared about MF Doom?
They had to have him exhumed to see what happened
Seemz he waz just nappin' in hiz living room
When somebody breaked in the house and removed hiz mouth
This monster'z out there doin' this right now!
Who'll be the next guy found lyin' face-down on the ground
Dyin' from live roundz with hiz tongue sliced out?
Tyler, The Creator probably
Oddly hiz future'll find him bodied
Watch A$AP Mob and J. Cole
Az they roll out on a gurney
Word B, I murk theze rapperz
Make Young Money run from me
... That'z a gun, dummy
Shit on Nicki, piss on Drizzy, that bitch iz history
Rap Nowitzki, blitzkrieg a 2 Chainz
And nah, I ain't forgetted you, Wayne
Chop off that thing you claim'z a head
With a blade that I ganked from Wu-Tang
When I slain the RZA
Sneaky iz the grim reaper, get some reefer
Leave it on a land mine for Wiz Khalifa
And laugh while I give the finger

It'z Hammel, you heard the name
You heard the name
I came to murk the game
Murk the game

Yo...
Backpackin' rapperz to superstarz
I don't care who you are
You're dead man, I shut Def Jux the fuck down
And next up iz Def Jam
Jeezy? He'd be too eazy
A couple ki'z, he'd agree to meet me
In a dark alley...
Sneaky up on the roof with the scope, he go POOF!
Young Hova getting' runned over
Salute me, you'z done soldier
Roc boyz, y'all done gone the wrong way
Should've let me write your songz, 'Ye
But I ain't Rhymefest, I'm just
Gettin' somethin' off my chest, you guyz test my patience
Goodness gracious, I haz to laugh
I still ain't done Aftermath
Tell Kendrick I'll split hiz wig with a single order:
Drop the mortar and bombz away!
This iz not your day
I got Dr. Dre in chronic pain
Where'z Eminem? Send him in
Hammel gon' finish him
Spine-rip, Mortal Kombat type-shit
Courtesy of Heinrich

It'z Hammel, you heard the name
You heard the name
I came to murk the game
Murk the game

Uh... uh...
In hip-hop it'z no rulez
Sneaky take it old school and murder thoze foolz
KRS, all them D'z
Kool Moe, Chuck, Mike, even Schoolly
Rev. Run, I shoot him
DMC and Rick Rubin 'cauze he produced them
Even Eric B.
Man, I don't care if he made the beat, beware of me
No Sneak, not him! You don't want a problem with Rakim!
It'z no prob, I spray the god
A walk-by on my way to Todd
Spot L comin' out Chanel, cock the 12-gauge
And rock hiz bellz, I pop them shellz
A basket case, no rapper'z safe
Iz that Masta Ace?
I waz born to roll on theze bastardz
Slash your face and trash your place
Searchin' for Marley'z address
Gotz to wet the whole Juice Crew, him and Shan next
Hmmm, G Rap still spittin' okay
But I can't skip him, no way!
Then Biz and Kane get slain, I'm insane
Cypress taught me this, mayne
But fuck Muggz and B Real
You putoz ain't been dope since I rode a Big Wheel
You get killed, hit Quik tonight too
Had to uze my AK on Ice Cube
Got Hav' and P straight shook, do not sleep
I teach you how to really Mobb Deep
Az in “six feet”, you fuckin' pipsqueakz
I turn MCz to mincemeat
Slam Onyx... (Slam!)
Leave their ass catatonic, I act demonic
Attackin' at random, pauze it
The game done got full of shit, this a rap colonic
And all theze catz gettin' jacked like anabolicz
I had to drop this catastrophic track to splatter rapperz
... Jackson Pollock