I let her sink, she'd hate to wake, I ripped her lips off of her face And store them now, with her guts in a jar. I can't take, I hate the way, That blood
Feels like suicide salt to the wounds of pain Pray for a miracle while you are going insane Carved like a lover's decadent stare Keep going back to the
insane Carved like a lover's decadent stare Keep going back to the temptation in the air Feel like murder murder murder Feel like murder everywhere Feel like murder
the waters flow, Down by the banks of the old ohio. I held a knife against her brest As ino my arms she pressed, She cried, "oh, willie, don't murder
niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still here fiends scream in my dreams Murder murder in black convertibles I, kill the block I murder avenues
V is for loving VIRTUALLY everything that you are E is for loving almost EVERYTHING that you do R is for RAPE me M is for MURDER me A is for ANSWERING
do V is for loving VIRTUALLY all that you are E is for loving almost EVERYTHING that you do R is for RAPE me M is for MURDER me A is for ANSWERING all
beside where the waters flow Down by the banks of the Ohio I held a knife against his breast As into my arms he pressed He cried "my love, don't you murder
(R. Stewart, K. Savigar) On a hot summer's night In the year of '75 Jimmy Doyle took his child bride Amanda, for a drive She was only seventeen He just
down the aisle my bride in black you were water and i was the tide at the bar i got in another fight i kissed the ground goodnight we stole plenty we
hard Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride
you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear things scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles I kill a block, I murder
beside where the waters flow Down by the banks of the Ohio I held a knife against his breast As into my arms he pressed He cried, "My love, don't you murder
beside where the waters flow Down by the banks of the old Ohio I held a knife against her breast As into my arms she pressed She cried, "Oh Willie, don't murder
It's a picture of innocence On which the innocent have fried Take the helter skelter son It's easier than the slide Advice to listening parents (Ooh) Or the father of the bride
