"Murder Murder Murder" lyrics - INSANE CLOWN POSSE

[Monoxide Child]
First I plan my escape
Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace
I'm lookin dead in her face
But she don't see me Im unoticed
I head straight to her window for better focus
Hokus Pokus!
I see the door serve light, I let myself in
Head full of room with plans of murder and mayhem
There she go, there that bitch lay
Livin on this earth to my dismay
TIME TO PAY!
Palms are sweaty im bout to vomit
I grabbed the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach
Again and again, now she's screamin 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 allright on my end
Im glad it happened this way, back in my daughters life again
Ain't it a shame?
That it came to this
Life goes on except for one less bitch
Ain't it trip?

[Chorus 2x:]
Murder Murder Murder. You never heard of it
?Bomb in the doors.? Bodies in the hurst
Now your lifes goin because we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass goodbye!
Dont ask why

[Jamie Maddrox]
It was Tuesday December 24, 97
Time on the clock 1:11
Thinkin bout sendin somebody to heaven
On the crossroads of faith of a soul lies in my hands
I suppose, know im wearin dark clothes
Parked on the sidestreet
Peepin out the scenary
Make sure ain't nobody seein me
As I move to the trunk of the stolen car
Up to the back door with the crowbar
So far the plans fullproof
All from the phone booth
Got the message machine
Nobody's on the scene
Kick in the backdoor, 1:34
Lookin for the family dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw with the workboots
Knocked a couple teeth loose
Smacked him in the mouth with my empty duce duce
Then I smile!
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile
Never liked him since the day he try to play me foul
Tried to bite me, stab a stake knife in his head
So much for that mans best friend
Know Im all up in the place in the bedroom masterbatin
Cumin on the sheets and pillow cases
Fuck that bitch, shes just a kunt
And her mother's nothin but a slut
Can't wait to seal her mouth shut
2:30 she returns home from work
Nice blouse, tight shirt
Business attire
For this hooker for hire
Throw the keys on the table said baby are you home
Didn't expect Bones
Were alone
And shes reachin for the telephone, to call the police
Strangled with the cord, now deceased
In a process of a suffication
Being fucked up for demonstration
Let em till I know im 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!

[Chorus 1x]