Murder in my thoughts And my veins are cold Revenge is all I dream about And my nights alone Are spent Thinking of your body in a pile on the floor. Added to the rest of the guilty On this Murda spree I know I'll be judged for sho But fuck it I need it. I ain't felt nothing since she said she was leaving And i m responsible But not the only convicted so you're crucifiction is my truest addiction. Putting you in a ditch with Your soul cut from you And I'm wishing for those who got murked before I could chop you inta slivers. That I would a got you and fed you to the fishes. So whoever got you first their next to be missing