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2009-07-23

Murder Avenue

Creeping down the hallway quiet as kept The only sign of a murder was the blood on the foresteps I stopped for a second to wipe it up And threw the bloody towel in the garbage bag with her guts Pretty as a picture her name was rosie Had to kill the bitch 'cause she was getting too f**kin nosey A school hoe she attended u of h A law student who was looking for a f**kin' case But she was barking up the wrong tree g Ay yo why in the hell did the bitch wanna f**k with me Walking around my crib steady casin' Askin' about the strange smells that were coming from my basement She asked one too many motherf**kin questions it was time Somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson I snuck in the house by the back door It was like a scene from psycho The bitch was in the shower I rushed her quick so she wouldn't have a chance to holler And said "shut the f**k up hoe" And slammed her motherf**king face against the cold floor Struggling soaking wet I gagged her mouth with a whole box of kotex After I f**ked her check out what I did Slit her f**king stomach and watched her squeal like a pig The shit was gruesome g I couldn't call it I cut off her fingers and flushed them down the f**kin' toilet And wrote my name on the wall like I usually do To mark a murder hoe, yeah on murder avenue More murder, more murder, more murder, yo More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a hoe More murder, more murder, more murder, nigga More motherf**king murder gots ta pull the trigger More murder, more murder, more murder, check it A hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second Gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds There's nothing I would love better than to have their f**kin' heads On a platter I watch them sonofabitches scatter In broad daylight but yo it really didn't matter I put my gin to their heads and said "shut up" The nigga was big I watched this big motherf**ker nut up On the rampage both of 'em got pistol-whipped The 9 was bloody so I pulled out my pistol grip The nigga was damn near dead I grabbed the bitch by her head and told her "spread your f**king legs" I placed the barrel of my 9 on her pearl tongue And stuck a shell inside her pus*y and said "now ain't that fun? " She started to cry I saw a tear fall from here eye I said "bitch you must wanna die" I pulled the trigger of the gun back slowly And shot up her nigga until he was full of holes g The bitch was screaming with rage I stamped on her motherf**king face until it caved in 'cos killing is so damn sweet I saved the remains and used them later for ground meat Being a lunatic I gotta do the lunatic Gotta do man, yeah living on this avenue More murder, more murder, more murder, yo More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a hoe More murder, more murder, more murder, nigga More motherf**king murder gots ta pull the trigger More murder, more murder, more murder, check it A hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second

  1. Intro
  2. G.E.T.O.
  3. It Ain't
  4. Crooked Officer
  5. No Nuts No Glory
  6. Six Feet Deep
  7. Murder Avenue
  8. Raise Up
  9. Murder After Midnight
  10. Straight Gangstaism
  11. Cereal Killer
  12. This 's For You
  13. Street Life
  14. Bring It On
  15. Outro