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  • We hit the ace, ace and we love giving chase
    Wicked clown got more than some pie for your face
    With a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip
    Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip
    Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw
    You see your own head roll off the table and fall
    See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truck
    And one in your lung stuck, you ****** outta luck[chorus]
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Bloody, bloody, bloody
    Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your back
    Blood down your spine, all in your ass crack
    With a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlin
    The three incisions i made are fine as g-strings
    It's the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat
    And splatter every crack till your whole head flat
    Beat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flab
    Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs[chorus]
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Bloody, bloody, bloody
    Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody(murder... death... war...)
    Everyone of us gotta have murder and death
    To remind ourselves that we still have our breath
    Whether it's tasteful of disgraceful
    ****, as long as everybody get's a face full
    Someo f us root for the coppers, others root for the killin
    But everybody needs they murderous thrillins
    Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a tree
    Murder is what we talkin about, and always will be[chorus]
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Bloody, bloody, bloody
    Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
  • We hit the ace, ace and we love giving chase
    Wicked clown got more than some pie for your face
    With a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip
    Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip
    Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw
    You see your own head roll off the table and fall
    See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truck
    And one in your lung stuck, you ****** outta luck[chorus]
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Bloody, bloody, bloody
    Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your back
    Blood down your spine, all in your ass crack
    With a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlin
    The three incisions i made are fine as g-strings
    It's the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat
    And splatter every crack till your whole head flat
    Beat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flab
    Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs[chorus]
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Bloody, bloody, bloody
    Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody(murder... death... war...)
    Everyone of us gotta have murder and death
    To remind ourselves that we still have our breath
    Whether it's tasteful of disgraceful
    ****, as long as everybody get's a face full
    Someo f us root for the coppers, others root for the killin
    But everybody needs they murderous thrillins
    Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a tree
    Murder is what we talkin about, and always will be[chorus]
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
    Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
    Bloody, bloody, bloody
    Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody