Chorus
Murder
Murder
Murder
Kill
Kill
Kill
Im
quite
strange
they
say
Im
quite
ill
Verse
1
Im
a
basketcase,
Im
sure
your
path
is
demented
All
this
anger
inside
needs
to
be
vented
Hey,
yo
dont
be
offended,
when
I
slashin
ya
face
Im
doin
you
a
favor
punk
you
off
to
a
better
place
A
nutcase
wit
a
taste
for
torture
A
bloody
butcherknife
is
in
my
hand
ready
to
slaugher
I
oughta
get
treatment
for
my
sick
mind
I
saw
my
therapist
Dr.
Doom
and
he
said
Im
fine
But
Im
about
to
watch
you
suffer
kid
Strap
you
in
a
chair
and
put
toothpicks
in
ya
eyelids
Prying
them
open
till
you
can't
sleep
for
weeks
In
ya
own
fecal
matter,
is
all
you
can
eat
And
then
for
a
treat,
I
might
slice
ya
neck
Or
maybe
stab
ya
chest
you'll
be
beggin
for
death
yes
When
I
write
lyrics
I
dont
need
a
pen
or
a
pad
I
just
grab
a
knife
and
start
to
stab
And
on
my
wall
in
drippin
blood
I
write
my
rhymes
I
got
eyeballs
hangin
on
my
porch
like
windchimes
And
if
you
think
thats
sick,
just
open
my
fridge
I
got
two
heads,
a
torso,
and
a
couple
limbs
In
my
trash
bin
I
filled
to
the
rims
With
blood
and
guts,
what
the
fuck,
life
is
pretty
grim
Severed
heads
scattered
all
over
my
lawn
like
a
cabbage
patch
I
grab
a
ax,
I
kick
ya
nuts
like
a
hackey
sack
And
thats
a
fact,
I
got
the
innovation
that
you
lack
A
wacky
jack
in
a
crappy
act,
singin
happy
raps
But
if
its
sinister
then
thats
a
different
story
Fuck
keep
it
real
man
I'd
rather
keep
it
real
gory
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Verse
2
Dont
try
to
understand
the
sick
talk
Im
runnin
down
the
street
with
dead
babies
on
a
pitch
fork
A
bitch
talk
I
dont
hesitate
to
stab
her
Then
I'll
grab
her,
put
her
in
the
trunk
of
an
Impala
Then
I
take
her
out,
I
drag
her
in
the
house
The
funs
about
to
begin
I
take
my
tools
out
Now,
I
put
the
knife
inside
her
gently
drag
it
down
her
tummy
Surprise
surprise
this
ones
an
expecting
mommy
I
remove
the
fetus
and
I
put
it
in
a
jar
Pull
out
some
vital
organ
like
the
spleen
and
pumpin
heart
I
rap
it
up
and
put
it
in
a
bag
so
I
can
take
It
to
work
tomorrow
eat
it
on
my
lunch
break
This
is
great
and
the
fun
is
just
startin
I
rap
intestines,
all
around
my
apartment
like
garland
Look
down
at
the
hollow
corpse
a
pretty
sight
Kiss
her
on
the
cheek
now
its
time
to
say
goodnight
Now
who's
that
sleepin
in
my
bed
It's
a
dead
body
wit
no
head
Skin
is
turning
grey,
starting
to
decay
Smellin
really
bad,
but
I
like
it
that
way
Get
under
the
covers,
hug
her
cuz
I
love
her
First
thing
in
the
morning
I
guess
I'll
dispose
of
her
Click
on
the
TV
before
I
go
to
sleep
The
news
says
two
kids
have
been
missing
for
weeks
If
they
only
knew
one
was
dead
floating
down
the
creek
And
the
other
one
is
in
my
torture
chamber
as
we
speak
Im
unique
and
Im
sick
abstract
in
the
thoughts
in
my
head
Im
crazy
I
wanna
see
you
dead
wanna
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