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Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

First I my escape
Nothing on and leave the scene without a trace
I'm dead in her face
But she see me
I'm
I head to her bedroom window for better focus
pokus
I see the unlocked, I let myself in
Head for her room, with plans of and mayhem
There she go, there that lay
Living on this earth to my
to pay
Palms are sweaty, I'm to vomit
I grab the knife out of my and jab it in her stomach
Again, and and now she's screaming like I care
But I could a fuck less
Before she I grab her by her blood soaked hair
And tell her shit's gonna be on my end
I'm glad it happened way
in my daughters life again
Ain't it a shame that it to this
Life goes on except for one bitch
it a trip?
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of in reverse
Bodies in the
Now your life's gone we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass bye
ask why
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of in reverse
Bodies in the
Now your life's gone we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass bye
ask why
It was Tuesday, December '97
on the clock 1:11
Thinking bout somebody to heaven
Or the
A fate of a lies in my hands I suppose
Now I'm wearing clothes
Parked on the street
out the scenery
Make nobody seeing me
As I move to the of the stolen car
Up to the back with the crow bar
So far the plans proof
Called from the booth
Got the message
on the scene
Kicked in the backdoor,
for the family dog Thor
Kicked em in the jaw with the work
Knocked a couple loose
Smacked em in the mouth my empty deuce deuce
Then I
Break his and watch him piss on kitchen tile
Never liked him the day he tried to play me vile,
And tried to me
Stab a knife in his head
So much for that best friend
Now I'm all up in the and
In the bedroom
Cummin on the sheets and pillow
Fuck bitch
She's just a and her mothers nothing but a slut
Can't to seal her mouth shut
she returns home from work
Nice blouse, shirt
attire for this hooker for hire
Threw the to the table, said baby are you home
Didn't expect to see Bones we're
And she's reaching for the to call the police
Strangled with the chord, now
In the process of her
Finger her for demonstration
Let her know I know her many
Now dead in the closet
out with all the winter clothes
In the struggle a bloody nose
But I'm straight
As I to the bathroom to wash my hands
It's all of the plan
Don't think you understand
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of redrum in
in the hearse
Now your life's gone cause we you to die
to kiss your ass good bye
ask why