ICP: Murder, murder, murder

Murder, Murder, Mur...MurderMurderMurder, Murder, Mur...MurderMurderFirst I plan my escapeNothing on papes and leave the scene without a traceI'm lookin' dead in her faceBut she don't see meI'm unnoticedI head straight to her bedroom window for better focusHokus pokusI see the door's unlocked, I let myself inHead for her room, with plans of murder and mayhemThere she go, there that bitch layLiving on this earth to my dismayTime to payPalms are sweaty, I'm about to vomitI grab the knife out of my belt and jab it in her stomachAgain, and again and now she's screaming like I careBut I could give a fuck lessBefore she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hairAnd tell her shit's gonna be alright on my endI'm glad it happened this wayBack in my daughters life againAin't it a shame that it came to this Life goes on except for one less bitchAin't it a trip?Murder, Murder, MurderYou never heard of redrum in reverseBodies in the hearseNow your life's gone cause we wanted you to dieTime to kiss your ass good byeDon't ask whyMurder, Murder, MurderYou never heard of redrum in reverseBodies in the hearseNow your life's gone cause we wanted you to dieTime to kiss your ass good byeDon't ask whyIt was Tuesday, December 24th '97Time on the clock 1:11Thinking bout sending somebody to heavenOr the crossroadsA fate of a soul lies in my hands I supposeNow I'm wearing dark clothesParked on the side streetPeepin out the sceneryMake sure nobody seeing meAs I move to the trunk of the stolen carUp to the back door with the crow barSo far the plans fool proofCalled from the phone boothGot the message machineNobody's on the sceneKicked in the backdoor, 1:34Looking for the family dog ThorKicked em in the jaw with the work bootsKnocked a couple teeth looseSmacked em in the mouth with my empty deuce deuceThen I smileBreak his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tileNever liked him since the day he tried to play me vile,And tried to bite meStab a steak knife in his headSo much for that man's best friendNow I'm all up in the place andIn the bedroom masturbatingCummin on the sheets and pillow casesFuck that bitchShe's just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a slutCan't wait to seal her mouth shut2:30 she returns home from workNice blouse, tight shirtBusiness attire for this hooker for hireThrew the keys to the table, said baby are you homeDidn't expect to see Bones we're aloneAnd she's reaching for the telephone to call the policeStrangled with the chord, now deceasedIn the process of her suffocationFinger fucked her for demonstrationLet her know I know her many facesNow she's dead in the closetHangin out with all the winter clothesIn the struggle suffered a bloody noseBut I'm straight thoughAs I move to the bathroom to wash my handsIt's all part of the planDon't think you understand see?Murder, Murder, MurderYou never heard of redrum in reverseBodies in the hearseNow your life's gone cause we wanted you to dieTime to kiss your ass good byeDon't ask why