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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' dead in her
But she see me
I'm
I head straight to her bedroom window for focus
Hokus
I see the unlocked, I let myself in
Head for her room, with plans of and mayhem
she go, there that bitch lay
Living on earth to my dismay
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 screaming like I care
But I could a fuck less
she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hair
And tell her gonna be alright on my end
I'm it happened this way
Back in my life again
Ain't it a shame it came to this
Life goes on for one less bitch
it a trip?
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of redrum in
in the hearse
Now your gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass bye
ask why
Murder, Murder,
You heard of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the
Now your life's cause we wanted you to die
to kiss your ass good bye
ask why
It was Tuesday, 24th '97
on the clock 1:11
Thinking bout somebody to heaven
Or the
A fate of a soul lies in my hands I
Now I'm dark clothes
on the side street
Peepin out the
Make nobody seeing me
As I move to the of the stolen car
Up to the back with the crow bar
So far the plans fool
Called from the booth
Got the machine
Nobody's on the
in the backdoor, 1:34
Looking for the dog Thor
em in the jaw with the work boots
Knocked a couple loose
Smacked em in the mouth my empty deuce deuce
I smile
Break his neck and watch him on kitchen tile
Never him since the day he tried to play me vile,
And tried to me
a steak knife in his head
So much for man's best friend
Now I'm all up in the and
In the bedroom
Cummin on the sheets and pillow
Fuck that
She's just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a
Can't wait to seal her shut
2:30 she returns from work
Nice blouse, tight
attire for this hooker for hire
Threw the keys to the table, said are you home
Didn't expect to see we're alone
And reaching for the telephone to call the police
with the chord, now deceased
In the process of her
Finger her for demonstration
Let her know I her many faces
Now she's dead in the
Hangin out with all the clothes
In the struggle a bloody nose
But I'm though
As I to the bathroom to wash my hands
all part of the plan
Don't think you understand
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of redrum in
in the hearse
Now your life's gone we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass bye
ask why