Murder, Murder, Mur... Murder
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Murder
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Murder, Murder, Mur... Murder
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Murder
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First I plan my escape
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Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace
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I'm lookin' dead in her face
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But she don't see me
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I'm unnoticed
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I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus
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Hokus pokus
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I see the door's unlocked, I let myself in
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Head for her room, with plans of murder and mayhem
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There she go, there that bitch lay
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Living on this earth to my dismay
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Time to pay
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Palms are sweaty, I'm about to vomit
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I grab the knife out of my belt and jab it in her stomach
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Again, and again and now she's screaming like I care
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But I could give a f**k less
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Before she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hair
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And tell her shit's gonna be alright on my end
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I'm glad it happened this way
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Back in my daughters life again
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Ain't it a shame that it came to this
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Life goes on except for one less bitch
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Ain't it a trip?
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Murder, Murder, Murder
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You never heard of redrum in reverse
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Bodies in the hearse
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Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die
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Time to kiss your ass good bye
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Don't ask why
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Murder, Murder, Murder
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You never heard of redrum in reverse
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Bodies in the hearse
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Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die
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Time to kiss your ass good bye
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Don't ask why
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It was Tuesday, December 24th '97
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Time on the clock 1:11
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Thinking bout sending somebody to heaven
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Or the crossroads
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A fate of a soul lies in my hands I suppose
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Now I'm wearing dark clothes
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Parked on the side street
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Peepin out the scenery
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Make sure nobody seeing 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 crow bar
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So far the plans fool proof
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Called 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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Kicked in the backdoor, 1:34
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Looking for the family dog Thor
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Kicked em in the jaw with the work boots
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Knocked a couple teeth loose
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Smacked em in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce
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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 tried to play me vile,
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And tried to bite me
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Stab a steak knife in his head
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So much for that man's best friend
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Now I'm all up in the place and
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In the bedroom masturbating
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Cummin on the sheets and pillow cases
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F**k that bitch
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She's just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a slut
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Can't 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 for this hooker for hire
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Threw the keys to the table, said baby are you home
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Didn't expect to see Bones we're alone
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And she's reaching for the telephone to call the police
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Strangled with the chord, now deceased
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In the process of her suffocation
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Finger f**ked her for demonstration
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Let her know I know her many faces
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Now she's 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 I'm straight though
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As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands
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It's all part of the plan
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Don't think you understand see?
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Murder, Murder, Murder
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You never heard of redrum in reverse
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Bodies in the hearse
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Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die
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Time to kiss your ass good bye
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Don't ask why
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Murda Murda
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| Sean Kingston |
