Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
I plan my escape.
Nothin on papes and live the scene a trace.
I'm lookin in her face.
But she see me Im unoticed.
I straight to her window for better focus.
Pokus!
I see the door serve light, I let in.
full of room with plans of murder and mayhem.
There she go, there that lay.
Livin on earth to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are sweaty im to vomit.
I the knife outta my belt 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.
it a shame?
That it to this.
Life on except for one less bitch.
it trip?

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Murder Murder Murder. You heard of it.
in reverse. Bodies in the hurse.
Now your lifes because we wanted you to die.
Time to your ass goodbye!
ask why.

[Jamie
It was December 24, 97.
on the clock 1:11.
Thinkin bout somebody to heaven.
On the of faith of a soul lies in my hands.
I suppose, im wearin dark clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make aint nobody seein me.
As I move to the trunk of the car.
Up to the back 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!
him in jaw with the workboots.
Knocked a couple loose.
him in the mouth with my empty duce duce.
I smile!
Break his neck and him piss on kitchen tile.
Never him since the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a knife in his head.
So much for that best friend.
Im all up in the place 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 her mouth shut.
2:30 she home from work.
blouse, tight shirt.
attire.
For hooker for hire.
Throw the on the table said baby are you home.
expect Bones.
alone.
And shes reachin for the telephone, to the police.
Strangled the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
Being up for demonstration.
Let em till I im many faces.
Now dead in the closet.
Hangin out with all the clothes.
In the struggle suffered a nose.
But im though.
As I move to the to wash my hands.
Its all of the plan.
Dont you understand, SEE!

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