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Apathy

"Paragraphs of Murder"

[Intro]
"Hmm… It seems almost incredible that one could murder so quickly and so smoothly..."

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Murder,  Murder, Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I strike when the iron’s hot
And  form an unemployment line from my bullets when I fire shots
That’s  the boss word (uh) in the tree with my Mossberg
Teflon vest, camouflage suit made of moss and birds (aah)
You  at a loss for words j*rk look dumb as hell (stupid)
It’s mathematics talk (and what) and numbers tell
So save your ticket-stub (why?) cause I will click the snub
Strap you in a f*cking crash test dummy collision truck
Grand  Daddy Grenade Man spit, on some caveman sh*t
My ape hand hit, your nose and left your Ray-Bans split
My .38 I stay with (yup), but that’s just the backup plan
In case the motherf*ckin' Mac-11 jam
Matter of fact, I’m causin' cataracts with just one glance
Take one stance, my trigger finger do the Humpty Hump dance
Y’all ain’t puttin’ heat down, y’all put the seat down
Sit down and take a p*ss, flagrant trick; you’s a blatant b*tch!

[Chorus:]
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
I ain’t scared of Rosemary’s baby or Damien the Omen
I done been to Hell, it’s lame; I slit Satan’s throat open
And sat on the throne for a while, it was too hot though
Still used the cold steel to blast the sauce out your taco
Take nine off a thousand grams, watch me work it back in
f*ck a Louis bag, I keep my stacks in a trash bin (uhh)
Ready for action, shoot chunks off your cheek (yeah)
Fix your physique, it’s my weight loss technique (aah)
Geek you called the cops on me, but they can’t phase a thug
They playin’ with Raiden (what), send the shock back through the taser plug
Power of Magneto, lift the Glocks out of their holsters
Squeeze the triggers and rock La Familia like Jehovah
Twelve gauge, if I pop it I’m dead wrong (uh-huh)
Leave the back of your head like Sonic the Hedgehog (damn)
Boy I put gats to sternums and blast the burner
The motherf*ckin' sarin gas server, It’s Paragraphs of Murder

[Outro:]
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder
Paragraphs of Murder
Murder, Murder, Murder...

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