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Текст песни Q Strange - Murder Kill `03

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Brand New For 2003That Murderous Shit[Chorus]Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill KillI`m Q-Strange, they say I`m quite ill[Verse 1]I`m a basket case, I`m sure your path is dementedAll this anger inside needs to be ventedHey, yo don`t be offended, when I slashin` ya faceIm doin` you a favor punk you off to a better placeA nutcase wit a taste for tortureA bloody butcher knife is in my hand ready to slaughterI oughta get treatment for my sick mindI saw my therapist Dr. Doom and he said I`m fineBut I`m about to watch you suffer kidStrap you in a chair and put toothpicks in ya eyelidsPrying them open till you can`t sleep for weeksIn ya own fecal matter, is all you can eatAnd then for a treat, I might slice ya neckOr maybe stab ya chest you`ll be beggin` for death yesWhen I write lyrics I don`t need a pen or a padI just grab a knife and start to stabAnd on my wall in drippin` blood I write my rhymesI got eyeballs hangin` on my porch like wind chimesAnd if you think that`s sick, just open my fridgeI got two heads, a torso, and a couple limbsIn my trash bin I fill to the rimsWith bloody guts, what the fuck, life is pretty grimSevered heads scattered all over my lawn like a cabbage patchI grab a ax, I kick ya nuts like a hackey sackAnd that`s a fact, I got the innovation that you lackA wacky jack in a crappy act, singin` happy rapsBut if it`s sinister then that`s a different storyFuck keep it real man, I`d rather keep it real gory[Chorus] - 4X[Verse 2]Don`t try to understand the sick talkI`m runnin` down the street with dead babies on a pitchforkA bitch talk I don`t hesitate to stab herThen I`ll grab her, put her in the trunk of an ImpalaThen I take her out, I drag her in the houseThe funs about to begin I take my tools outNow, I put the knife inside her gently drag it down her tummySurprise surprise this ones an expecting mommyI remove the fetus and I put it in a jarPull out some vital organ like the spleen and a heartI rap it up and put it in a bag so I can takeIt to work tomorrow eat it on my lunch breakThis is great and the fun is just startin`I rap intestines, all around my apartment like garlandLook down at the hollow corpse a pretty sightKiss her on the cheek now its time to say goodnightNow who`s that sleepin` in my bedIt`s a dead body wit no headSkin is turning gray, starting to decaySmellin` really bad, but I like it that wayGet under the covers, hug her cuz I love herFirst thing in the morning I guess I`ll dispose of herClick on the TV before I go to sleepThe news says two kids have been missing for weeksIf they only knew one was dead floating down the creekAnd the other one is in my torture chamber as we speakI`m unique and I`m sick abstract in the thoughts in my headI`m crazy I wanna see you dead, wanna[Chorus]

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