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Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

First I my escape
Nothing on papes and leave the without a trace
I'm lookin' in her face
But she see me
I'm
I head straight to her bedroom window for focus
Hokus
I see the door's unlocked, I let in
Head for her room, with plans of murder and
There she go, that bitch lay
Living on this 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 give a fuck less
Before she dies I grab her by her blood soaked
And tell her gonna be alright on my end
I'm glad it this way
Back in my daughters again
Ain't it a shame that it came to
goes on except for one less bitch
Ain't it a
Murder, Murder,
You never of redrum in reverse
in the hearse
Now your gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass bye
ask why
Murder, Murder,
You never of redrum in reverse
in the hearse
Now your life's gone we wanted you to die
to kiss your ass good bye
ask why
It was Tuesday, 24th '97
Time on the clock
Thinking bout sending to heaven
Or the
A of a soul lies in my hands I suppose
Now I'm dark clothes
Parked on the side
out the scenery
Make nobody seeing me
As I to the trunk of the stolen car
Up to the back door the crow bar
So far the plans fool
Called the phone booth
Got the message
on the scene
Kicked in the backdoor,
for the family dog Thor
Kicked em in the jaw with the boots
Knocked a teeth loose
em in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce
Then I
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen
Never him since the day he tried to play me vile,
And to bite me
Stab a knife 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 that
just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a slut
Can't wait to seal her mouth
2:30 she home from work
Nice blouse, shirt
attire for this hooker for hire
Threw the keys to the table, said baby are you
Didn't expect to see we're alone
And she's for the telephone to call the police
with the chord, now deceased
In the process of her
fucked her for demonstration
Let her know I know her faces
Now she's in the closet
out with all the winter clothes
In the struggle suffered a nose
But I'm straight
As I move to the bathroom to my hands
It's all part of the
Don't think you understand
Murder, Murder,
You heard of redrum in reverse
in the hearse
Now your life's gone we wanted you to die
Time to your ass good bye
ask why