Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder The most beautiful thoughts are always beside the darkest All you gotta do is speak on Ye I know, I know, I know, I know, know I, I know it, I know it (I know, I know, I know, I know, know) The most

They will be blood May will be blood I dance with a million devils Die from a lie for sin Made love to a million angels Murder a million men

Distractions, Reactions The only way to go is to go away Discarded, Retarded Before I let you go, you have to let me Maximize our prize of a record It's all on the path and the words are of murder This time I won't give in I will save you from my sins

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain What's really butter? Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me They gon' have to take me straight

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

I'm always ready to die but you're killing me My demise, I took a life worth living and Made it worth a mockery I deny, I fold, but they keep on coming Gone, I couldn't murder your promise Right before my eyes The revolutions of my psychosis Kept me

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree They say who murdered three Where dead man called out For his love to flee

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for

Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever Sounds like murder! Are they drunk down below? Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig And passes back the jar But where they were last night