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Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

First I my escape
Nothing on papes and leave the scene a trace
I'm lookin' in her face
But she see me
I'm
I head straight to her bedroom window for focus
pokus
I see the door's unlocked, I let in
for her room, with plans of murder and mayhem
There she go, there bitch lay
Living on earth to my dismay
to pay
Palms are sweaty, I'm to vomit
I the knife out of my belt and jab it in her stomach
Again, and again and now she's screaming like I
But I could give a fuck
Before she dies I grab her by her blood soaked
And tell her shit's be alright on my end
I'm glad it this way
Back in my life again
Ain't it a that it came to this
Life on except for one less bitch
it a trip?
Murder, Murder,
You never of redrum in reverse
in the hearse
Now your gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass bye
ask why
Murder, Murder,
You never of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the
Now your gone cause we wanted you to die
to kiss your ass good bye
ask why
It was Tuesday, December '97
Time on the clock
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 side
Peepin out the
sure nobody seeing me
As I to the trunk of the stolen car
Up to the back door with the bar
So far the plans fool
Called from the phone
Got the machine
Nobody's on the
Kicked in the backdoor,
Looking for the family dog
Kicked em in the jaw the work boots
Knocked a couple loose
Smacked em in the mouth my empty deuce deuce
I smile
Break his neck and him piss on kitchen tile
liked him since the day he tried to play me vile,
And tried to me
Stab a steak in his head
So for that man's best friend
Now I'm all up in the and
In the masturbating
Cummin on the and pillow cases
Fuck bitch
just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a slut
Can't wait to her mouth shut
2:30 she returns home from
Nice blouse, shirt
Business attire for this hooker for
Threw the to the table, said baby are you home
Didn't expect to see Bones alone
And she's reaching for the telephone to the police
with the chord, now deceased
In the process of her
Finger fucked her for
Let her know I her many faces
Now dead in the closet
out with all the winter clothes
In the struggle suffered a nose
But I'm straight
As I move to the to wash my hands
It's all part of the
Don't you understand see?
Murder, Murder,
You never of redrum in reverse
in the hearse
Now life's gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss ass good bye
ask why