| This is the story of a murderer
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| A cold blooded killer, a ruthless, heartless, slaughterer
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| I didn’t mean to kill him
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| Listen to me, wait
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| I was talkin to a fine ass date, ha ha ha
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| Fat titties, lookin like pow!
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| And she’s tellin me to come by right now
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| Oh shit, I jumped in the wagon, no more laggin, I’m taggin
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| This bitch, dead in the ping hole, make her lose control (mmmmmmmmm)
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| I showed up, I ring the ding dong
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| Grippin my wing wong, something’s wrong
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| Who’s this, not a bitch, but a dude
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| And he’s tellin me to beat it; |
| fuckin rude
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| It’s Jimmy, her man, a punk ass
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| So I throw a left hook at him, splaaa
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| Then I came back with a right hook
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| POW, he fell to the ground
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| I didn’t mean to kill him
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| WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO JIMMY, OH MY GOD!!!
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| I didn’t mean to kill him, kill him, baby
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| Didn’t mean to kill him, kill the man baby
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| I didn’t mean to kill him, kill him, baby
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| Didn’t mean to kill him, kill the man baby
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| Oh fuck, he’s chillin with a neck broke
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| 25 to life, is no joke
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| Don’t die bitch hang in there
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| I mean I really don’t care, but come on
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| Move quick, I run to the hospital
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| Make sure ain’t dead yet, shit
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| There he is, chillin with a neck brace
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| With a look on his face like ehhhhh
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| Come on Jimmy, it’s me, your homey
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| I even poured a little brew in your IV
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| Don’t die, oh you tryin to speak
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| Fuck you, your punches are weak, ehhh
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| So bitch, you wanna talk shit again
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| I jumped up wit a boot to the chin
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| Pull his plugs out, and start chokin
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| Ewwwwwwww his necks already broken
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| He swung, hit me wit a bed pan
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| I was just makin sure you ain’t dead man
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| Fuck this, I grabbed a scalpel
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| And stick it down in his scalp, uhhhhhhhhhh
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| Calm down, he’s dead now, FUCK
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| Here comes somebody, better duck
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| Gotta hide dead Jimmy quickly
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| Or 25 to 50, I didn’t mean to kill him
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| OHH MY GOD!!! |
| JIMMY, WHAT THE FUUUCK!!!
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| I didn’t mean to kill him, kill him, baby
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| Didn’t mean to kill him, kill the man baby
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| I didn’t mean to kill him, kill him, baby
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| Didn’t mean to kill him, kill the man baby
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| Jumped out the window, and drug him home, jimmy’s dead
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| And I’m finna get the bone
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| If they catch me, ah the death chair
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| I don’t care
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| They’ll never find him here
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| (*phone rings*) Jimmy can you get that
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| What the FUCK, he’s dead, I’m whick whack
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| I’m nervous, scared and schizo, ha ha ha, wooo, ha, hello
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| «Yeah, this is Detective Fucknut
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| We’re lookin for Jimmy Bowels»
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| He’s not here, uhh, wait wait yeah he is
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| «This Jimmy, I’m alive, I’m not dead, I gotta go»
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| Oh goody, they bought it, hah, they’ll never know
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| I killed his bitch ass
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| Fuck it though. |
| Jimmy’s my room mate
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| He doesn’t even eat much and that’s straight
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| We just chill all day and watch videos
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| Call Domino’s, and flick off his toes
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| Make em land in a fish tank, what you think?
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| Let him sit, FUCK OFF, I didn’t mean to kill him
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| OH MY GOD, YOU BASTARD! |
| YOU KILLED JIMMY!!!
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| I didn’t mean to kill him, kill him, baby
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| Didn’t mean to kill him, kill the man baby
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| I didn’t mean to kill him, kill him, baby
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| Didn’t mean to kill him, kill the man baby
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| This was the story of a murderer
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| A cold blooded killer, a ruthless, harmless, slaughterer |