Представляем точный текст композиции "Murder, Murder, Murder" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Twiztid . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Murder, Murder, Murder» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Twiztid передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Twiztid - "Murder, Murder, Murder"
Lyrics to Murder, Murder, Murder : Murder, Murder, Mur:Murder Murder Murder, Murder, Mur:Murder Murder First I plan my escape Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace Im lookin dead in her face But she dont see me Im unnoticed I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus Hokus pokus I see the doors unlocked, I let myself in Head for her room, with plans of murder and mayhem There she go, there that bitch lay Living on this earth to my dismay Time to pay Palms are sweaty, Im about to vomit I grab the knife out of my belt and jab it in her stomach Again, and again and now shes screaming like I care But I could give a fuck less Before she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hair And tell her shits gonna be alright on 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 except for one less bitch Aint it a trip' Murder, Murder, Murder You never heard of redrum in reverse Bodies in the hearse Now your lifes gone cause we wanted you to die Time to kiss your ass good bye Dont ask why Murder, Murder, Murder You never heard of redrum in reverse Bodies in the hearse Now your lifes gone cause we wanted you to die Time to kiss your ass good bye Dont ask why It was Tuesday, December 24th 97 Time on the clock 1:11 Thinking bout sending somebody to heaven Or the crossroads A fate of a soul lies in my hands I suppose Now Im wearing dark clothes Parked on the side street Peepin out the scenery Make sure nobody seeing me As I move to the trunk of the stolen car Up to the back door with the crow bar So far the plans fool proof Called from the phone booth Got the message machine Nobodys on the scene Kicked in the backdoor, 1:34 Looking for the family dog Thor Kicked em in the jaw with the work boots Knocked a couple teeth loose Smacked em in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce Then I smile Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile Never liked him since the day he tried to play me vile, And tried to bite me Stab a steak knife in his head So much for that mans best friend Now Im all up in the place and In the bedroom masturbating Cummin on the sheets and pillow cases Fuck that bitch Shes just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a slut Cant wait to seal her mouth shut 2:30 she returns home from work Nice blouse, tight shirt Business attire for this hooker for hire Threw the keys to the table, said baby are you home Didnt expect to see Bones were alone And shes reaching for the telephone to call the police Strangled with the chord, now deceased In the process of her suffocation Finger fucked her for demonstration Let her know I know her many faces Now shes dead in the closet Hangin out with all the winter clothes In the struggle suffered a bloody nose But Im straight though As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands Its all part of the plan Dont think you understand see' Murder, Murder, Murder You never heard of redrum in reverse Bodies in the hearse Now your lifes gone cause we wanted you to die Time to kiss your ass good bye Dont ask why [ Murder, Murder, Murder Lyrics ]
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