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Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

First I plan my
Nothing on papes and leave the scene a trace
I'm lookin' dead in her
But she see me
I'm
I head straight to her bedroom window for focus
pokus
I see the unlocked, I let myself in
for her room, with plans of murder and mayhem
There she go, there bitch lay
Living on this to my dismay
to pay
Palms are sweaty, I'm to vomit
I grab the knife out of my and jab it in her stomach
Again, and and now she's screaming like I care
But I give a fuck less
Before she I grab her by her blood soaked hair
And tell her gonna be alright on my end
I'm glad it this way
Back in my daughters again
it a shame that it came to this
Life goes on except for one bitch
Ain't it a
Murder, Murder,
You heard of redrum in reverse
in the hearse
Now life's gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to your ass good bye
ask why
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of redrum in
in the hearse
Now your life's gone we wanted you to die
Time to kiss ass good bye
ask why
It was Tuesday, December '97
Time on the clock
Thinking bout sending somebody to
Or the
A of a soul lies in my hands I suppose
Now I'm wearing clothes
Parked on the street
out the scenery
Make nobody seeing me
As I move to the trunk of the car
Up to the back door with the bar
So far the fool proof
from the phone booth
Got the message
on the scene
Kicked in the backdoor,
Looking for the dog Thor
Kicked em in the jaw with the work
Knocked a teeth loose
em in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce
Then I
Break his neck and him piss on kitchen tile
Never him since the day he tried to play me vile,
And to bite me
a steak knife in his head
So for that man's best friend
Now I'm all up in the and
In the bedroom
Cummin on the and pillow cases
Fuck that
She's a cunt and her mothers nothing but a slut
Can't wait to seal her mouth
2:30 she returns home from
blouse, tight shirt
Business attire for this hooker for
Threw the keys to the table, said baby are you
expect to see Bones we're alone
And she's reaching for the telephone to call the
Strangled with the chord, now
In the process of her
fucked her for demonstration
Let her know I know her many
Now dead in the closet
out with all the winter clothes
In the struggle a bloody nose
But I'm though
As I move to the to wash my hands
all part of the plan
Don't think you understand
Murder, Murder,
You heard of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the
Now your life's gone we wanted you to die
Time to your ass good bye
ask why