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Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder

First I plan my
Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a
I'm lookin' dead in her
But she see me
I'm
I straight to her bedroom window for better focus
pokus
I see the unlocked, I let myself in
Head for her room, with plans of murder and
There she go, that bitch lay
Living on earth to my dismay
to pay
Palms are sweaty, I'm about to
I grab the out of my belt and jab it in her stomach
Again, and again and now she's screaming like I
But I give a fuck less
she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hair
And tell her shit's be alright on my end
I'm it happened this way
in my daughters life again
Ain't it a that it came to this
Life goes on for one less bitch
it a trip?
Murder, Murder,
You never of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the
Now your gone cause we wanted you to die
to kiss your ass good bye
ask why
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of in reverse
Bodies in the
Now your life's gone cause we you to die
Time to your ass good bye
ask why
It was Tuesday, 24th '97
Time on the clock
bout sending somebody to heaven
Or the
A fate of a soul lies in my I suppose
Now I'm dark clothes
Parked on the side
Peepin out the
Make sure nobody me
As I to the trunk of the stolen car
Up to the back door the crow bar
So far the plans proof
from the phone booth
Got the machine
on the scene
Kicked in the backdoor,
Looking for the family dog
em in the jaw with the work boots
Knocked a couple loose
Smacked em in the with my empty deuce deuce
Then I
Break his neck and watch him piss on tile
Never liked him since the day he to play me vile,
And to bite me
Stab a steak knife in his
So much for that man's best
Now I'm all up in the and
In the masturbating
on the sheets and pillow cases
Fuck bitch
She's just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a
Can't to seal her mouth shut
2:30 she returns from work
Nice blouse, shirt
attire for this hooker for hire
Threw the to the table, said baby are you home
Didn't expect to see we're alone
And she's reaching for the telephone to the police
Strangled with the chord, now
In the of her suffocation
Finger fucked her for
Let her know I know her faces
Now she's in the closet
Hangin out with all the clothes
In the suffered a bloody nose
But I'm though
As I move to the bathroom to wash my
It's all of the plan
think you understand see?
Murder, Murder,
You never heard of redrum in
in the hearse
Now your life's gone we wanted you to die
Time to your ass good bye
ask why