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Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

First I my escape
on papes and leave the scene without a trace
I'm lookin' in her face
But she see me
I'm
I head straight to her bedroom for better focus
pokus
I see the door's unlocked, I let in
Head for her room, plans of murder and mayhem
There she go, that bitch lay
Living on this earth to my
to pay
Palms are sweaty, I'm to vomit
I grab the out of my belt and jab it in her stomach
Again, and again and now she's like I care
But I give a fuck less
Before she dies I grab her by her soaked hair
And tell her shit's be alright on my end
I'm glad it this way
in my daughters life again
Ain't it a shame that it to this
Life on except for one less bitch
it a trip?
Murder, Murder,
You never of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the
Now your life's cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss ass good bye
ask why
Murder, Murder,
You never of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the
Now life's gone cause we wanted you to die
to kiss your ass good bye
ask why
It was Tuesday, December '97
Time on the 1:11
Thinking sending somebody to heaven
Or the
A fate of a lies in my hands I suppose
Now I'm wearing clothes
Parked on the street
Peepin out the
sure nobody seeing me
As I move to the trunk of the car
Up to the back door the crow bar
So far the fool proof
Called from the phone
Got the machine
on the scene
Kicked in the backdoor,
Looking for the dog Thor
Kicked em in the jaw with the work
Knocked a teeth loose
Smacked em in the with my empty deuce deuce
I smile
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen
Never liked him the day he tried to play me vile,
And tried to me
Stab a steak in his head
So much for that best friend
Now I'm all up in the and
In the bedroom
Cummin on the and pillow cases
Fuck bitch
She's just a cunt and her nothing but a slut
wait to seal her mouth shut
2:30 she returns home from
Nice blouse, tight
Business for this hooker for hire
Threw the to the table, said baby are you home
Didn't to see Bones we're alone
And she's reaching for the telephone to call the
with the chord, now deceased
In the process of her
Finger fucked her for
Let her I know her many faces
Now she's in the closet
Hangin out with all the clothes
In the struggle a bloody nose
But I'm though
As I move to the bathroom to wash my
It's all of the plan
Don't think you see?
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of redrum in
in the hearse
Now life's gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to your ass good bye
ask why