Lyrics

(Chorus) Caught up in this killin' spree I guess the police now are after me They wanna bring me in for questioning But I only speak in tongues and blasphemy So what the fuck you askin' me? Details of my masterpiece Started from the beginning of the kidnapping They wanted to know of sexual tendencies And if she died and where's her body How did I do it, they wanna know everything (Verse 1: KGP) It was a dark as hell night, bloody sunday night, last call I park outside the local bar, posin' as a taxi car I see her stumble out and I ask her if she needs a ride Too drunk to drive, she agrees and hops on inside I lock the door and now she's mine, destination not far from home She's screamin' in the back seat, that the way I drive is dead wrong We made it to the abandoned house, with nothin' inside but a dirty couch I kept the bitch from screamin' with some duct tape placed upon her mouth I tried to take her clothes off, she kept kicking 'til I got pissed off So I pistol whipped that bitch until the cunt was knocked unconscious Her blood tasted like cheap wine, as I put my dick deep inside With a hard thrust, she woke up, I could see the fear deep in her eyes Not knowin' if she'll live or die, her cunts filled with semen and blood I ripped it up, tape all, so I can hear the bitch as she prays to God Not even God could save her, as I wrap my fingers around her throat I threw her body in the back of my trunk and drove her to a place unknown (Chorus) Caught up in this killin' spree I guess the police now are after me They wanna bring me in for questioning But I only speak in tongues and blasphemy So what the fuck you askin' me? Details of my masterpiece Started from the beginning of the kidnapping They wanted to know of sexual tendencies And if she died and where's her body How did I do it, they wanna know everything (Verse 2: Komatose) Another late night, another slain wife I ??? the block and I'm grippin' the blade so tight I stay to the right, 'cause I'm keepin outta plain sight I knock on the ??? windows and I'm hopin' your brains ripe I find a home with a girly on the couch all alone And she's watchin' old episodes of The Twilight Zone Dreamin' of flesh and bones, soakin' up her screams and moans I break out the basement window and cut the lines to the phone I sneak up the stairs with one thing on my mind "Where will I hide the remains, after I do my wine and dine?" So fine, she's mine, but back to the grind, it's time to cross the line Stay so close to the ground and quietly slither up right behind Where she sits, this is it, it's gonna be so quick Stick the couch, it comes out the front side of this bitch So sick, I walk up to her face, take a taste, no trace Nothin' for the cops to build a fuckin' case (Chorus) Caught up in this killin' spree I guess the police now are after me They wanna bring me in for questioning But I only speak in tongues and blasphemy So what the fuck you askin' me? Details of my masterpiece Started from the beginning of the kidnapping They wanted to know of sexual tendencies And if she died and where's her body How did I do it, they wanna know everything