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Deadstock Video (MV)




Performed By: Murkwood
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Bram Richmond




Murkwood - Deadstock Lyrics




My dog told me it was rough
Shorty knew what I was up to bluff
Can't lock me down
Or hold me in a cuff
Even though I have it all I swear it's never been enough
Deadstock
Tied up like a dreadlock
Everything to the face
Damn that's a headshot
Better not
Get real real deep like bedrock
Come through swinging like a Red Sock
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin

Bend back
Okay, okay
Baby looking like Cirque De Soleil
Fits like a glove
Quick shout to OJ
Grab the bull by the horns
Like ole, ole
Made clear that I don't play, don't play
You could never be my one and only
Fit biddy real bad
That's a grey T on me and plaid
Summertime, Imma skip the flannel
Not the Raptors, I flip the channel
Blowing up my phone so I had to cancel
Spraying up all the walls but I ain't a vandal

My dog told me it was rough
Shorty knew what I was up to bluff
Can't lock me down
Or hold me in a cuff
Even though I have it all I swear it's never been enough
Deadstock
Tied up like a dreadlock
Everything to the face
Damn that's a headshot
Better not
Get real real deep like bedrock
Come through swinging like a Red Sock
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin

Said Bitch, I'm an artist You didn't know
Going through the motions like a pick and roll
She wanna link, but I'm working in the studio
Only focus on the green like it's Piccolo
I got pills and I got paints
I want grills and don't want chains
You're not trill and not insane
I break backs but I'm not Bane
On the scale get weighed no Dwyane
I'm so fly, should buy four planes
Bloody nose but it wasn't cocaine
Get it popping, while I'm sipping Champagne

My dog told me it was rough
Shorty knew what I was up to bluff
Can't lock me down
Or hold me in a cuff
Even though I have it all I swear it's never been enough
Deadstock
Tied up like a dreadlock
Everything to the face
Damn that's a headshot
Better not
Get real real deep like bedrock
Come through swinging like a Red Sock
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin

Pull it out like a deadstock in a bin
One time RIP Larry Fisherman
Not a doubt - I could lead any team
One time RIP Kobe Bean
Pull it out like a deadstock in a bin
One time RIP Larry Fisherman
Not a doubt - I could lead any team
One time RIP Kobe Bean
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My dog told me it was rough
Shorty knew what I was up to bluff
Can't lock me down
Or hold me in a cuff
Even though I have it all I swear it's never been enough
Deadstock
Tied up like a dreadlock
Everything to the face
Damn that's a headshot
Better not
Get real real deep like bedrock
Come through swinging like a Red Sock
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin

Bend back
Okay, okay
Baby looking like Cirque De Soleil
Fits like a glove
Quick shout to OJ
Grab the bull by the horns
Like ole, ole
Made clear that I don't play, don't play
You could never be my one and only
Fit biddy real bad
That's a grey T on me and plaid
Summertime, Imma skip the flannel
Not the Raptors, I flip the channel
Blowing up my phone so I had to cancel
Spraying up all the walls but I ain't a vandal

My dog told me it was rough
Shorty knew what I was up to bluff
Can't lock me down
Or hold me in a cuff
Even though I have it all I swear it's never been enough
Deadstock
Tied up like a dreadlock
Everything to the face
Damn that's a headshot
Better not
Get real real deep like bedrock
Come through swinging like a Red Sock
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin

Said Bitch, I'm an artist You didn't know
Going through the motions like a pick and roll
She wanna link, but I'm working in the studio
Only focus on the green like it's Piccolo
I got pills and I got paints
I want grills and don't want chains
You're not trill and not insane
I break backs but I'm not Bane
On the scale get weighed no Dwyane
I'm so fly, should buy four planes
Bloody nose but it wasn't cocaine
Get it popping, while I'm sipping Champagne

My dog told me it was rough
Shorty knew what I was up to bluff
Can't lock me down
Or hold me in a cuff
Even though I have it all I swear it's never been enough
Deadstock
Tied up like a dreadlock
Everything to the face
Damn that's a headshot
Better not
Get real real deep like bedrock
Come through swinging like a Red Sock
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin
Get the deadstock out the bin

Pull it out like a deadstock in a bin
One time RIP Larry Fisherman
Not a doubt - I could lead any team
One time RIP Kobe Bean
Pull it out like a deadstock in a bin
One time RIP Larry Fisherman
Not a doubt - I could lead any team
One time RIP Kobe Bean
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Writer: Bram Richmond
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