Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Avenue, artist - Geto Boys. Album song Til Death Do Us Part, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Murder Avenue |
Creeping down the hallway quiet as kept |
The only sign of a murder was the blood on the foresteps |
I stopped for a second to wipe it up |
And threw the bloody towel in the garbage bag with her guts |
Pretty as a picture her name was Rosie |
Had to kill the bitch cuz she was getting too fuckin nosey |
A school ho she attended U of H |
A law student who was looking for a fuckin' case |
But she was barking up the wrong tree, g |
Ay yo why in the hell did the bitch wanna fuck with me |
Walking around my crib steady casin' |
Askin' about the strange smells that were coming from my basement |
She asked one too many motherfuckin questions it was time |
Somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson |
I snuck in the house through the back door |
It was like a scene from Psycho |
The bitch was in the shower |
I rushed her quick so she wouldn’t have a chance to holler |
And said «shut the fuck up, ho» |
And slammed her motherfucking head against the cold floor |
Struggling soaking wet |
I gagged her mouth with a whole box of kotex |
After I fucked her check out what I did |
Slit her fucking stomach and watched her squeal like a pig |
The shit was gruesome, g, I couldn’t call it |
I cut off her fingers and flushed them down the fuckin' toilet |
Then wrote my name on the wall like I usually do |
To mark a murder ho, yeah on murder avenue |
More murder, more murder, more murder, yo |
More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a ho |
More murder, more murder, motherfucking murder, nigga |
More motherfucking murder gots ta pull the trigger |
More murder, more murder, more murder, check it |
A hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second |
Gotta give it up to Bridget and Ted brand new newly-weds |
There’s nothing I would love better than to have their fuckin' heads |
On a platter I watch them sonofabitches scatter |
In broad daylight but yo it really didn’t matter |
I put the gun to their heads and said, «shut up» |
The nigga was big I watched this big motherfucker nut up |
On the rampage both of 'em got pistol-whipped |
The 9 was bloody so I pulled out my pistol grip |
The nigga was damn near dead |
I grabbed his bitch by her head and told her, «spread your fucking legs» |
I placed the barrel of my pump on her pearl tongue |
And stuck a shell inside her pussy and said, «now ain’t that fun?» |
She started to cry |
I saw a tear fall from here eye, said, «bitch you must wanna die» |
I pulled the trigger of the pump back slowly |
And shot up her nigga until he was full of holes, g |
The bitch was screaming with rage |
I stamped on her motherfucking face until it caved in |
'Cos killing is so damn sweet |
I saved the remains and used them later for ground meat |
Being a lunatic I gotta do the lunatic |
Gotta do man, yeah living on this avenue |
More murder, more murder, more murder, yo |
More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a ho |
More murder, more murder, more murder, nigga |
More motherfucking murder gots ta pull the trigger |
More murder, more murder, more murder, check it |
A hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second |