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I take a couple pills then I head up to your room
I assume you're asleep so I can do what I do
I pull up a stool, I start stroking your hair
Looking at you while you sleep, but it's more like a stare
I lay beside you on your bed, I kiss you on the head
Contemplating whether I should stab or choke you instead
I reach up under your covers, move my hand up your thigh
I feel alright, then I slowly put my fingers inside
Oh you're tight, c'mon no need to be tense, cunt
You elbowed me in the face, that was a dense stunt
I put my hand over your mouth, so no ones hears your screams
It was the music box, damn, it always takes over me
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I'm sitting in my car, looking at the clock
Looking at your property to find the perfect spot
To creep in, cause I know you'll be sleepin'
I've studied you for two weeks, time to lean in
You're window, shit I need to go under
I gotta be quiet I can't wake you from your slumber
Look at you sound sleep, you look like you found peace
I lay beside you on your bed, put both your arms 'round me
I kiss you on the cheek, pull both of our pants down
Take both of our shirts off, throw them on the damn ground
Take the covers off, time to be a man now
I don't mean to be mean, but I'm going to slam town
I don't have a condom, no, I don't want them
It's you, not me, who has the fuckin' problem
Ah fuck it, bitch you're squirming too much
Pull that shit out, yeah, I'm gonna' cut you up
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I'm putting on make-up, and then I'll take one
Bottle of pills and now no one is safe from
The one they call Lucifer, I just go beserk
Always hit my target, I'm too skilled to miss-her
I go to my closet, where's my knife, shit, I lost it
Wait I remember getting chased by cops so I tossed it
I'll put on my lip-stick, I know that I'm sick-it's
Probably 'cause I eat cocaine with a dip-stick
Now I'm ready to attack, now I got this shit all mapped
Out, and I doubt, that I won't need this one strapped
Sneak in through the window, shit my covers been blown
It's okay I'll just choke her, she's got a thin throat
Take out saran wrap, wrap her to the matress
Taped her mouth, she can't scream, I want none of that shit
Put on a welding mask, call me Dexter Morgan
Move again, bitch, that's your final warnin'
Cut your cheek and take a sample of the blood
It's about time for me to finish this up
Stab her in the abdomen, she gets stabbed again
It's not me, it's the Music Box, my best friend
ur fuked up
xXxPhyZedxXx 1 year ago
@xXxPhyZedxXx I know, thanks.
WesTMusik905 1 year ago 3