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Utwór: Murder, Murder, Murder

  • wykonawca: Twiztid
  • album: Mostasteless
  • wyświetleń: 1181

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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