Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
First I my escape.
Nothin on papes and live the scene a trace.
I'm lookin 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.
Head full of with plans of murder and mayhem.
There she go, there that lay.
on this earth to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are im bout to vomit.
I grabbed the knife outta my and jab it in her stomach.
and again, now she's screamin like I care.
But I could give a fuck before she dies I grab her by her blood
hair.
And tell her gonna be allright on my end.
Im it happened this way, back in my daughters life again.
Aint it a
That it to this.
Life on except for one less bitch.
it trip?

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

[Jamie
It was December 24, 97.
on the clock 1:11.
Thinkin bout sendin to heaven.
On the crossroads of faith of a lies in my hands.
I suppose, im wearin dark clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make sure nobody seein me.
As I to the trunk of the stolen car.
Up to the door with 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.
Knocked a couple loose.
Smacked him in the mouth with my duce duce.
I smile!
Break his neck and him piss on kitchen tile.
liked him since the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a stake in his head.
So for that mans best friend.
Im all up in the place in the bedroom masterbatin.
Cumin on the sheets and cases.
that bitch, shes just a kunt.
And her mother's but a slut.
Cant wait to seal her shut.
2:30 she home from work.
blouse, tight shirt.
attire.
For this for hire.
Throw the keys on the table baby are you home.
expect Bones.
alone.
And shes for the telephone, to call the police.
Strangled the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
Being up for demonstration.
Let em I know im many faces.
Now dead in the closet.
out with all the winter clothes.
In the struggle a bloody nose.
But im though.
As I move to the bathroom to my hands.
Its all of the plan.
Dont you understand, SEE!

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