text: 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 thats 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
  Im staring at the window like Im 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 Im 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
   Getting cashed out, bitch, Im lackin
  Youre plastic, recyclable and everlasting, uh
  Murder, mo murder, mo murder
  Murder, mo murder, mo murder
  Murder, mo murder, mo murder