($uicide)
Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' mur-
$lickity- $lickity $loth the butcher creepin'
Through with that mystic style
Smokin' on whatever
Been a junkie since I was a child
Every time I think of death
I start to groan and crack a smile
Never gave no fuck about this life
And that's me keepin' it mild
Killer gorilla, maniac
Put they ashes on my blunt
The police keep hollerin', "where they at?"
Buried them in front the lawn
The $carecrow with silent weapons
I pull the trigger and disperse
The bodies get dumped in acid
So they have no need of a hearse
I'm staring at the window like
I'm staring at the television
Smoking just to pass the time
$lick had died, and Christ has risen
Listen to the sixes hissing
Tipping crucifixes
Missin' pieces in my wrist
It seems I'm sleepin', chest beatin' ceases
Ridin' in the Cadillac with cataracts
Lungs black and chapped
Should have put a cap on those ashes
Lackin' in fashion
(Fuck) Getting cashed out, bitch, I'm lackin'
You're plastic, recyclable and everlasting
Uh
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott ArceneauxLyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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