Random Murder

Random Murder

My friends don't see this side of me,
The dark side that will commit a felony,
Crash in a car packed full of xannies,
Assault the paramedics with my girl's panties,
Shoot the cops soon as they show up,
Wipe the gun and run and duck,
My car's impounded so now I'm stuck,
Figure I'll find me a vegas classic slut,
Find her, and I creep up from behind her,
Duct tape around the mouth, then i drag her,
down the street to a motel, can i get a room sir?
Back in the room, I search her and find a rose,
crack, why not? I sit back and smoke, admirin her toes,
She keeps crying but I try to tell her girl you will lose,
Unless task force is lookin for missin hookers,
you're gonna die tonight, nobody misses hookers,
I finish the crack, pop a klonopin, pull out my knife,
As I move in to cut her up, she pleads for her life,
But there's no reasoning with my dark dark side,
I chase her to the shower, theres nowhere to hide,
Skewer her for hours, no gun powder, i like this shit,
Bitch its time to die, look at my eyes, am i bullshittin?
Wake up on the bed covered in blood, did i?
of course i did, maniac, higher than the sky,
snuck in another room, stole a new suit,
Hijacked a car at knifepoint, took his loot,
Drove to the airport, grabbed the next jet out,
The cops will never find me, I could be Ted Bundy,
Or I could be Jack the Ripper, shit I'm anybody,
and everybody, so 5-0, eat shit and catch me,
if you can...