Lyrics

Verse 1: It's all bloody, covered in shame The slaughterhouse where four number's your name I hate this place, the urine, the pain They try to clean but can't get ride of the stains (why they do that?) So full of life, next minute she dead I never could figure this blood spillin' in vain And they call it my work, yo the give me the blame For more than X million insane killings a day (blam) With machine's sent straight from hell (uh huh) Stabbin' your face Norman Bate's motel Death traps and kidnaps, cows and pigs that Lay wide open on the floor with big rats (oh no) Runnin' around, germs havin' a field day Bacteria's all over the steel blade Spreadin' me through the meat industry I'm death I bet you're not pleased to meet me, it's... Chorus: Oh, oh, oh, murder! Supplyin' bloody meat for the fast food world Oh, oh, oh, murder! Supplyin' bloody meat for the fast food world Yeah, yeah, I say Verse2: We keep 'em comin' no time rest, now Here's your knife, cut 'em up by the chest, now Upside down so the blood run out After that clean it out 'till the guts come out Now, there's no end I've been begun at eight Seventeen days straight I'm always runnin' late I'm workin' overtime, but I'm underpaid The company treatin' me like fuckin' slave Need to little cash so I can run away But the light at the end of tunnel ain't Visible, I'm too tried, got a stomach ache Can't concentrate, it must've been sumth'n I ate Then he suddenly slipped and he slit his wrist Broke his neck in the fall midst the shit and piss Thinkin' 'bout his little sis' and the bitter twist: Now he's dying like company's sins were his While his boss a real Mr. Slick Dismissed the union that could've writ the risk But he had to have people workin' triple shifts Ain't no accident call it what it really is, it's... Chorus: Murder! Supplyin' sickness in the fast food world And it is murder! Supply corruption in the fast food world, aw yeah I see murder... Verse 3: Steppin' through the golden arches Where murder is neatly packed and heart rates Increase with the grease smearin' on my domepiece Extra cheese! I'm takin' that to go please Cloggin' up my arteries, part of my wanna leave My apology is simply that time is robbin' me Nobody see the commodities is still victims So is the one buyin' the shite from hell's kitchen Stumblin' to the ground, pains the abdomen Paralizin' his body like something stabbin' him But the doctor's found nothing wrong when examining Two days later his wife came home panicking Yo, she found him on the couch with the remote control Hangin' from his cold hand, they just spoke on the phone The autopsy show it was the E. coli Bad luck with bad some meat? Nah, it's probably... Chorus: Murder! Supplyin' sickness in the fast food world I see murder! Supplyin' poison in the fast food world... Oh yeah Murder, murder, murder (right, right, uh, uh) In the fast food world Outtro: Well, nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth Rasta no eat And I'm not jokin' Rasta no meel Nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth Rasta no eat And I'm not jokin' No, no, no