[Verse 1 ILL Bill] Our society love murderers, love war, love bloodshed Love the scene of an accident when someones dead We love violence, we cant turn away The Colosseum 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 Realitys much worse, predictions of apocalypse Found in the books of religious architects Arguments hidden in forbidden documents Consequence, Bowling for Columbine Anatomy of School Shootings Bloods and Crips of Brooklyn is no longer a new thing Death is certain, we all die whether its from natural causes or not Nobody really knows why But if theres 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, its certain Cant change the path thats 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 Theres really fucked up people that need a murder to cum And some of yall motherfuckers even murder for fun They might stab you up with a knife or shoot you with guns Thats when the black coroner van usually comes Some murderers are strange drifters or depraved sickos Like Gary Heidnik, Gein, Bundy, Berkowitz and J. Rifkin A lot of murderers you wouldnt 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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