Murder Murder Murder

(albüm: Memoirs Of A Murderer - 2014)

Father what's the issue with your children
They're acting like they're convinced that I won't fucking kill them
They act like I'm like them and I'm not one in a billion
I am the devil's son, I have no fucking feelings

Your skin tightens up at the sight of a killing
My conscience has given up saying how I should be living
And I know I need to change and I'm ready god willing
But I gave more than I took, I only took the cards they were dealing

Would you kill, would you kill
You say you can, you say you will
Are you real, are you real
Are you ready for that cage of cold steel

My soul is scattered across the streets of my city it's in pieces
It's fed upon by roaches and the rats and the leeches
I've participated in murder, it's left me sleepless
So I put my hands together, I kneel and I pray to Jesus

You should pray too, pray that this jams up
Cuz I've done this before, I don't clam up
Get on the floor, put your motherfuckin hands up
God make room, I'm about to send a man up

Would you kill, would you kill
You say you can, you say you will
Are you real, are you real
Are you ready for that cage of cold steel

Are you tough, that ain't enough
You gotta rust every place that I touch
Would you kill, would you kill
You say you can, you say you will

I've been under the knife been in front of the gun
I have no fear
We don't turn and run where I'm from
We shoot our way out of here
And I've been to hell and back confined
And I grit my teeth and do my time
And I watch this world just pass me by
And I just sit and wonder why
Everything that I touch dies

Place pennies in both of my eyes when I die
This place is eating me alive
This place is eating me alive

Would you kill, would you kill
You say you can, you say you will
Are you real, are you real
Are you ready for that cage of cold steel, motherfucker

Are you tough, that ain't enough
You gotta rust every place that I touch
Would you kill, would you kill
You say you can, you say you will

Fuck!