Murder for hire, late night burglerizer I creep the streets and old ladies grip their purses tighter Mark Mcgwire with the bat, split your wig in half Swing it so fast, ill make fitted caps turn to visors. I black out, all i hear are screams and the churchs choir Walking through a circle of burning fire like a circus tiger Tied to a furniture submersed in gas, blast the thermostat til the wires and the circuits fry, Slide a burning match then turn it higher. -Pat Stay
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 14:18:52 +0000
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