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Correct Death Smiles At Murder Lyrics
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Correct Death Smiles At Murder
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[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Our society love murderers, love war, love bloodshed Love the scene of an accident when someone's dead We love violence, we can't turn away, The Coliseum Throw ‘em in the arena and watch the lions eat 'em Music and movies are the mirrors of this madness Some morbid mural of morticians upon the canvas A beautifully composed symphony of sickness, bear witness Reality's much worse, predictions of apocalypse Found in the books of religious architects Arguments hidden in forbidden documents Consequence, falling for Columbine Anatomy of School Shootings Bloods and Crips of Brooklyn is no longer a new thing Death is certain, we all die Whether it's from natural causes or not Nobody really knows why But if there's one thing I know, Death holds a place In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face [Chorus: Mr. Hyde] Death smiles at murder Pain shakes the hand of homicide We all die, it's certain Can't change the path that's prophesied [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Some people murder for money Other people murder for hate Some murder for love A lot of people murder for drugs There's really fucked up people that need a murder to cum And some of y'all motherfuckers even murder for fun They might stab you up with a knife or shoot you with guns That's when the black carpet event usually comes Some murderers are strange drifters or depraved sickoes Like Gary Heidnik, Gein, Bundy, Berkowitz and Joel Rifkin A lot of murderers you wouldn't suspect He kept to himself, “never bothered anyone,” they said He was a simple guy with a simple life Till he killed his wife Got a first taste of doing something he liked Some murderers are famous And they wind up in a Ford Bronco With a gun in they mouth like O.J. did No matter who the fuck you are, Death has a place In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face [Chorus: Mr. Hyde]
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