Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
I plan my escape.
Nothin on and live the scene without a trace.
I'm dead in her face.
But she see me Im unoticed.
I head straight to her for better focus.
Pokus!
I see the serve light, I let myself in.
full of room with plans of murder and mayhem.
There she go, there bitch lay.
on this earth to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are sweaty im to vomit.
I grabbed the knife my belt and jab it in her stomach.
Again and again, now she's like I care.
But I could give a fuck before she dies I grab her by her blood
hair.
And her shits gonna be allright on my end.
Im it happened this way, back in my daughters life again.
Aint it a
it came to this.
Life goes on for one less bitch.
Aint it

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Murder Murder. You never heard of it.
in reverse. Bodies in the hurse.
Now your lifes because we wanted you to die.
to kiss your ass goodbye!
ask why.

[Jamie
It was Tuesday 24, 97.
on the clock 1:11.
Thinkin bout somebody to heaven.
On the crossroads of of a soul lies in my hands.
I suppose, know im dark clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make aint nobody seein me.
As I move to the of the stolen car.
Up to the back door the crowbar.
So far the fullproof.
All the phone booth.
Got the machine.
on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor,
Lookin for the dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw the workboots.
a couple teeth loose.
Smacked him in the with my empty duce duce.
I smile!
Break his neck and watch him piss on tile.
Never liked him since the day he try to me foul.
Tried to bite me, a stake knife in his head.
So much for that mans friend.
Know Im all up in the in the bedroom masterbatin.
Cumin on the and pillow cases.
Fuck that bitch, just a kunt.
And her nothin but a slut.
Cant wait to seal her shut.
2:30 she returns home work.
blouse, tight shirt.
attire.
For hooker for hire.
the keys on the table said baby are you home.
Didnt Bones.
alone.
And shes for the telephone, to call the police.
with the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
fucked up for demonstration.
Let em I know im many faces.
Now dead in the closet.
Hangin out all the winter clothes.
In the struggle a bloody nose.
But im though.
As I to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Its all of the plan.
Dont you understand, SEE!

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