Songtext von MURDER (KILL SHIT)

(Creep, creep, creep, creep) (Creep, creep, creep, creep) (Creep, creep, creep, creep) (Creep) Murder (kill shit, kill shit) Murder (kill shit, kill shit) Murder (kill shit, kill shit) Murder (kill shit, kill shit) Bith, I feel great, I been piling up the drugs And pussies wanna talk shit, but you don't know shit Baby, I don't think you really know me I been dacing with devil, and I think he's tryna blow me Walk in with a chainsow, and I'll cut your fuckin' brains out Hah-hah-hah Walk in this bitch, swing my axe and down (Creep, creep, creep, creep) (Creep, creep, creep, creep) (Creep, creep, creep, creep) (Creep, creep, creep, creep) Murder (kill shit, kill shit) Murder (kill shit, kill shit) Murder (kill shit, kill shit) Murder (kill shit, kill shit) Murder, murder, murder, murder Murder, murder, murder, murder