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[Monoxide Child]
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First I plan my escape.
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Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace.
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I'm lookin dead in her face.
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But she dont see me Im unoticed.
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I head straight to her window for better focus.
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Hokus Pokus!
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I see the door serve light, I let myself in.
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Head full of room with plans of murder and mayhem.
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There she go, there that bitch lay.
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Livin on this earth to my dismay.
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TIME TO PAY!
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Palms are sweaty im bout to vomit.
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I grabbed the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach.
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Again and again, now she's screamin like I care.
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But I could give a fuck less before she dies I grab her by her blood
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soaked hair.
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And tell her shits gonna be allright on my end.
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Im glad it happened this way, back in my daughters life again.
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Aint it a shame?
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That it came to this.
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Life goes on except for one less bitch.
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Aint it trip?
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[Chorus 2x]
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Murder Murder Murder. You never heard of it.
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?Bomb in the doors.? Bodies in the hurst.
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Now your lifes goin because we wanted you to die.
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Time to kiss your ass goodbye!
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Dont ask why.
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[Jamie Maddrox]
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It was Tuesday December 24, 97.
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Time on the clock 1:11.
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Thinkin bout sendin somebody to heaven.
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On the crossroads of faith of a soul lies in my hands.
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I suppose, know im wearin dark clothes.
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Parked on the sidestreet.
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Peepin out the scenary.
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Make sure aint nobody seein me.
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As I move to the trunk of the stolen car.
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Up to the back door with the crowbar.
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So far the plans fullproof.
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All from the phone booth.
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Got the message machine.
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Nobody's on the scene.
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Kick in the backdoor, 1:34
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Lookin for the family dog, thor!
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Kicked him in jaw with the workboots.
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Knocked a couple teeth loose.
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Smacked him in the mouth with my empty duce duce.
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Then I smile!
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Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile.
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Never liked him since the day he try to play me foul.
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Tried to bite me, stab a stake knife in his head.
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So much for that mans best friend.
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Know Im all up in the place in the bedroom masterbatin.
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Cumin on the sheets and pillow cases.
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Fuck that bitch, shes just a kunt.
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And her mother's nothin but a slut.
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Cant wait to seal her mouth shut.
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2:30 she returns home from work.
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Nice blouse, tight shirt.
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Business attire.
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For this hooker for hire.
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Throw the keys on the table said baby are you home.
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Didnt expect Bones.
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Were alone.
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And shes reachin for the telephone, to call the police.
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Strangled with the cord, now deceased.
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In a process of a suffication.
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Being fucked up for demonstration.
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Let em till I know im many faces.
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Now shes dead in the closet.
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Hangin out with all the winter clothes.
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In the struggle suffered a bloody nose.
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But im straight though.
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As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands.
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Its all part of the plan.
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Dont think you understand, SEE!
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[Chorus 1x]
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Murder, Murder, Murder
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| Insane Clown Posse |
