Songtext zu 'Murder, Murder, Murder' von Twiztid

First i plan my escape, nothin on tape to leave the scene withouta trace,
im lookin her dead in the face, but she dont see me, im alotus,
i aspect to her bedroom window for better focus, hocus pocus,
i see the door's unlocked, i let myself in, head for her bedroomwith plans of murder, and mayhem,
there she go, there that bitch lay, livin on this earth to mydismay (time to pay)
palms are sweaty, im about to vomit, i grab the knife outta mybelt and jab it in her stomach,
again and again, and now she's screamin like i care, but i couldgive a fuck less,
before she dies i grab her by her blood soaked hair, and tell hershit's gunna be a right of my end,
im glad it happened this way, back in my daughters life again,aint it a shame, that it came to this,
life goes on exept for one less bitch, aint it a trip.....

Murder, murder, murder, murder,
you never heard of redrum in reverse,
bodies in the hurst,
now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die,
time to kiss your ass goodbye,
dont ask why (x2)

it was tuesday, december 24th 97, time on the clock one eleven,
thinkin bout sendin somebody to heaven, on the crossroads,
the fate of a soul lies in my hands, i suppose, now im wearindark clothes,
parked on the side street, peepin out the scenery, make surenobody's seein me,
as i move, to the trunk of the stolen car, up to the back door,with the crowbar,
so far the plan's full-proof, call from the phone booth, got themessage machine,
nobody's on the scene, kicked in the back door, one thirtyfour,
lookin for the family dog thor, kicked him in the jaw with thework boots,
knocked a couple teeth loose, smacked him the mouth with my emptyduece-duece,
then i smile, break his neck and watch him piss on kitchentile,
never liked him since the day he tried to play me wild, tried tobite me, stabbed a steak knife in his head,
so much for that mans best friend, now im all up in the placin,masturbatin, cummin on the sheets and pillow cases,
fuck that bitch, she's just a cunt, and her mother's nothin but aslut, cant wait to seal her mouth shut,
two thirty, she returns home from work, nice blouse, tight shirt,bussiness attire, for this hooker for hire,
threw the keys on the table, said baby are you home, didnt expectto see bones, we're alone,
now she's reachin for the telephone, to call the police, stranglewith the cord, now deceased,
in the process of suffication, finger fuck for a demonstration,let her know, i know a many faces,
now she's dead in the closet, hangin out with all the womenclothes,
in the struggle i suffered a bloody nose, but im straightthough,
as i move to the bathroom to wash my hands, its all part of theplan, dont think you understand.
see........

Murder, murder, murder, murder,
you never heard of redrum in reverse, bodies in the hurst,
now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die,
time to kiss your ass goodbye,
dont ask why......