Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Murder Murder, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 04.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Murder Murder Murder |
| First I plan my escape |
| Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace |
| I’m looking 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 bout to vomit |
| I grab the knife outta 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 gon' be alright on my end |
| I’m glad it happened this way |
| Back in my daughter’s 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 murder |
| You never heard of redrum in reverse |
| Bodies in the hearse |
| Now your life’s gone cuz we wanted you to die |
| Time to kiss your ass goodbye |
| 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 the fate of a soul lies in my hands I suppose |
| Now I’m wearing dark clothes park on the side street |
| Peeping out the scenery make sure nobody’s seeing me |
| As I move to the trunk of the stolen car |
| Up to the back door with the crowbar |
| So far the plan’s foolproof call from the phone booth |
| Got the message machine nobody’s on the scene |
| Kicked in the back door 1:34 |
| Looking for the family dog Thor |
| Kick him in the jaw with the work boots |
| Knock a couple teeth loose |
| Smack him 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 foul |
| 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 masturbatin |
| Cumming on the sheets and pillowcases |
| Fuck that bitch she’s just a cunt |
| And her mother’s 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 |
| Throw 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 |
| Strangle with the cord 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 |
| Hanging 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 |