MurderKill '03 Lyrics

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Lyrics to MurderKill '03
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Chorus Murder Murder Murder Kill Kill Kill Im quite strange they say Im quite ill Verse 1 Im a basketcase, Im sure your path is demented All this anger inside needs to be vented Hey, yo dont be offended, when I slashin ya face Im doin you a favor punk you off to a better place A nutcase wit a taste for torture A bloody butcherknife is in my hand ready to slaugher I oughta get treatment for my sick mind I saw my therapist Dr. Doom and he said Im fine But Im about to watch you suffer kid Strap you in a chair and put toothpicks in ya eyelids Prying them open till you can't sleep for weeks In ya own fecal matter, is all you can eat And then for a treat, I might slice ya neck Or maybe stab ya chest you'll be beggin for death yes When I write lyrics I dont need a pen or a pad I just grab a knife and start to stab And on my wall in drippin blood I write my rhymes I got eyeballs hangin on my porch like windchimes And if you think thats sick, just open my fridge I got two heads, a torso, and a couple limbs In my trash bin I filled to the rims With blood and guts, what the fuck, life is pretty grim Severed heads scattered all over my lawn like a cabbage patch I grab a ax, I kick ya nuts like a hackey sack And thats a fact, I got the innovation that you lack A wacky jack in a crappy act, singin happy raps But if its sinister then thats a different story Fuck keep it real man I'd rather keep it real gory (4x)Chorus Verse 2 Dont try to understand the sick talk Im runnin down the street with dead babies on a pitch fork A bitch talk I dont hesitate to stab her Then I'll grab her, put her in the trunk of an Impala Then I take her out, I drag her in the house The funs about to begin I take my tools out Now, I put the knife inside her gently drag it down her tummy Surprise surprise this ones an expecting mommy I remove the fetus and I put it in a jar Pull out some vital organ like the spleen and pumpin heart I rap it up and put it in a bag so I can take It to work tomorrow eat it on my lunch break This is great and the fun is just startin I rap intestines, all around my apartment like garland Look down at the hollow corpse a pretty sight Kiss her on the cheek now its time to say goodnight Now who's that sleepin in my bed It's a dead body wit no head Skin is turning grey, starting to decay Smellin really bad, but I like it that way Get under the covers, hug her cuz I love her First thing in the morning I guess I'll dispose of her Click on the TV before I go to sleep The news says two kids have been missing for weeks If they only knew one was dead floating down the creek And the other one is in my torture chamber as we speak Im unique and Im sick abstract in the thoughts in my head Im crazy I wanna see you dead wanna (xx) Chorus

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