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1st Degree Murder
A planned demise
Yes every detail planned precise
I set the bet and rolled the dice
Hammer to the head in a tub of ice
Your bleeding! Poor baby let me see
Amazing look of surprise on your face when you realized it was me
Its time for payback baby- Murder in the first degree
I might be going to jail but I god dammit I would be free
Blades out - A thousand cuts
From your eyelids down to your tiny nuts
Crying like a little bitch spilling your guts
Begging for mercy from a woman you called slut
As the ice fills with coagulated blood You drift away in pain
Yes your bitch as you called me went infuckingsane
With the power drill in hand I'm gonna drill a fucking hole in your brain
Calm down baby its only a bit of pain
Don't pass out we are almost done
If u die now you will miss all the fun
Stay with me baby -ITS ONE ON ONE!
The final touch of acid to the tub
Then with the iron brush- scrub scrub scrub
Skin from flesh down the drain
Bag of bones all that remain
Dry them out and grind them down to dust
Not drinking you in my coffee would be unjust
Yes every detail planned precise
I set the bet and rolled the dice
Hammer to the head in a tub of ice
Your bleeding! Poor baby let me see
Amazing look of surprise on your face when you realized it was me
Its time for payback baby- Murder in the first degree
I might be going to jail but I god dammit I would be free
Blades out - A thousand cuts
From your eyelids down to your tiny nuts
Crying like a little bitch spilling your guts
Begging for mercy from a woman you called slut
As the ice fills with coagulated blood You drift away in pain
Yes your bitch as you called me went infuckingsane
With the power drill in hand I'm gonna drill a fucking hole in your brain
Calm down baby its only a bit of pain
Don't pass out we are almost done
If u die now you will miss all the fun
Stay with me baby -ITS ONE ON ONE!
The final touch of acid to the tub
Then with the iron brush- scrub scrub scrub
Skin from flesh down the drain
Bag of bones all that remain
Dry them out and grind them down to dust
Not drinking you in my coffee would be unjust
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