Murder 101 Lyrics

The song Murder 101 is performed by Pro-pain in the album named Foul Taste Of Freedom in the year 1992 .



to keep the fire burnin' you must feed the flame
and this flame is burnin' fast
the drug lords are yearnin' for you give them your name
first, middle initial, last
"my job s*cks" you say it's like doin' time
"I feel like such a jerk"
but 500 bucks a day are better than nine
dollars for two hours work

so get out your pen and paper, better start taking notes
get a lecture from the devil, he's about to take your coat
and when the cla*s is over, if you pa*s you get your gun
nothing's ever sacred here in murder 101

a cold blooded kill is my final exam
if he's dead I pa*s
my bones start to chill and my nerves start to jam
I pump three more slugs in his chest
wake me up tomorrow and I'll show you no remorse
to prove that I'm a man
the absentee was sorrow who is sure to flunk the course
who witnessed the violence and ran



Pro-pain - Foul Taste Of Freedom

Jan 1992

  1. Death Goes On
  2. Death on the Dance Floor
  3. Every Good Boy Does Fine
  4. Foul Taste Of Freedom
  5. God Only Knows
  6. Iraqnophobia
  7. Johnny Black
  8. Lesson Learned
  9. Murder 101
  10. Picture This
  11. Pound for Pound
  12. Rawhead
  13. The Stench Of Piss

Murder 101