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Murda, Murda

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Murda, Murda

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Murder, Murder

Mur, Murder

Murder

Murder, Murder

Mur, Murder

Murder

First I plan my escape

Nothing on papes

and leave the scene

without a trace

I'm lookin' dead

in her face

But she don't see me

I'm unnoticed

I head straight

to her bedroom window

for better focus

Hokus pokus

I see

the door's unlocked

I let myself in

Head for her room

with plans of murder

and mayhem

There she go

there that bitch lay

Living on this earth

to my dismay

Time to pay

Palms are sweaty

I'm about to vomit

I grab the knife

out of my belt

and jab it in her stomach

Again, and again

and now

she's screaming like I care

But I could give a fuck less

Before she dies I grab her

by her blood soaked hair

And tell her shit's

gonna be alright on my end

I'm glad it

happened this way

Back in my daughters

life again

Ain't it a shame

that it came to this

Life goes on except

for one less bitch

Ain't it a trip?

Murder, Murder, Murder

You never heard

of redrum in reverse

Bodies in the hearse

Now your life's gone

cause we wanted you to die

Time to kiss your ass

good bye

Don't ask why

Murder, Murder, Murder

You never heard

of redrum in reverse

Bodies in the hearse

Now your life's gone

cause we wanted you to die

Time to kiss your ass

good bye

Don't ask why

It was Tuesday

December 24th '97

Time on the clock 1:11

Thinking bout

sending somebody to heaven

Or the crossroads

A fate of a soul lies

in my hands I suppose

Now I'm wearing dark clothes

Parked on the side street

Peepin out the scenery

Make sure nobody seeing me

As I move to the trunk

of the stolen car

Up to the back door

with the crow bar

So far the plans fool proof

Called from the phone booth

Got the message machine

Nobody's on the scene

Kicked in the backdoor, 1:34

Looking

for the family dog Thor

Kicked em in the jaw

with the work boots

Knocked a couple teeth loose

Smacked em in the mouth

with my empty deuce deuce

Then I smile

Break his neck and watch him

piss on kitchen tile

Never liked him since the day

he tried to play me vile,

And tried to bite me

Stab a steak knife in his head

So much for that man's

best friend

Now I'm all up

in the place and

In the bedroom masturbating

Cummin on the sheets

and pillow cases

Fuck that bitch

She's just a cunt

and her mothers nothing but a slut

Can't wait to seal her mouth shut

2:30 she returns home from work

Nice blouse, tight shirt

Business attire

for this hooker for hire

Threw the keys to the table,

said baby are you home

Didn't expect to see

Bones we're alone

And she's reaching

for the telephone

to call the police

Strangled with the chord,

now deceased

In the process of her suffocation

Finger fucked her for demonstration

Let her know I know her many faces

Now she's dead in the closet

Hangin out

with all the winter clothes

In the struggle suffered

a bloody nose

But I'm straight though

As I move to the bathroom

to wash my hands

It's all part of the plan

Don't think you understand see?

Murder, Murder, Murder

You never heard

of redrum in reverse

Bodies in the hearse

Now your life's gone

cause we wanted you to die

Time to kiss your ass good bye

Don't ask why

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