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♱Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder ♱Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder ♱
♱Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder ♱
♱$lickity- $lickity $loth the butcher creepin' ♱
♱Through with that mystic style Smokin' on whatever been a junkie since I was a child ♱
♱Every time I think of death I start to groan and crack a smile ♱
♱Never gave no ♥♥♥♥ about this life and that's me keepin' it mild killer gorilla, maniac ♱
♱Put they ashes on my blunt the police keep hollerin', "where they at?" ♱
♱Buried them in front the lawn the $carecrow with silent weapons ♱
♱I pull the trigger and disperse i the bodies get dumped in acid ♱
♱So they have no need of a hearse I'm staring at the window like ♱
♱I'm staring at the television smoking just to pass the time ♱
♱$lick had died, and Christ has risen listen to the sixes hissing tipping crucifixes♱
♱Missin' pieces in my wrist It seems I'm sleepin', chest beatin' ceases ♱
♱Ridin' in the Cadillac with cataracts Lackin' in fashion ♱
♱Lungs black and chapped should have put a cap on those ashes lackin' in fashion ♱
♱(♥♥♥♥) Getting cashed out, ♥♥♥♥♥, I'm lackin' you're plastic, recyclable and everlasting uh ♱
♱Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder ♱
♱Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder ♱
♱Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder ♱
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