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Murder Murder (from the "Next Friday" soundtrack)
Eminem
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This murder she wrote, it wasn't nothing for her to smoke
Left the keys in the van with a guy named E-chan
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan if a citizen bystands
The shit is in my hands, here's your life span
And for what your life's worth, this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and live in Iceland
See, I'm a nice man, but money turn me to Satan
I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydratin'
Hurry up with the cash, bitch, I got a ride waitin'
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin'
I want the whole pie, I won't be denyin' Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straighten
Brain contemplatin', clean out the register
Dick before somebody catches ya
Or gets a description and sketches ya
Then connects you with the prime suspect
But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cause I got a daughter to feed
And $200 ain't enough to ward the deceived
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell
And hit up Chess King
And have the lady at the desk bring
Money from a safe in the back
Stepped in, wavin' the Mac
Cooperate, and we can operate
And save an attack
This bitch tried escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, this murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for her to be smoked
Then I slammed her on the back till the vertebrae broke
Just then, the pigs bust in, gettin' freezed
But I'm already wanted for sellin' keys
And a bunch of other felonies
From A to Z, like spelling bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit the square in the chest, wasn't wearin' a vest
Left the house, pullin' out the drive, backin' out
Blew the backin' out, this lady's jack started blackin' out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut your yackin' mouth or I'll blow the brain from out the back
The scout, drug her by her hair
Smacked her up, big as a pocket, mug her while you're there
Jacked her up, stole her car, made a profit
Grab a tape from out the deck and lofted out the window
Like the girl on Set It Off did
Jetted off, kids, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into their swimming pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive, but I'm injured badly though
Parents screamin'
Silence, go in and call the police
Tell them there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in their crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Actin' like they never seen nobody hit a leg before
Smashed a window, grabbed a Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores, the price triples
I ran up the block, jumpin' kids on tri-chickens
And collided with an 80-year-old lady with groceries
There goes cheese, eggs, milk, and Post Toasty
Stood up and started to see stars
So many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must've been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a moving dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost a damn Nintendo and I must've dropped a beanie, baby
Fuck it, I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag, hollerin' truce
Troops are surrenderin' my weapon to cops
Was it me, it was the gangsta rappin' and peppermint snops
This murder, she wrote
It wasn't nothin' for her to do, smoke
This murder, she wrote
It wasn't nothin' for her to do, smoke
This murder, she wrote
It wasn't nothin' for her to do, smoke
This murder, she wrote
It wasn't nothin' for her to do, smoke
This murder, she wrote
It wasn't nothin' for her to do, smoke