Pro-Pain - Murder 101 lyrics
[Pro-Pain - Murder 101 lyrics]
You must feed the flame
And this flame is burnin' fast
The drug lords are yearnin'
For you, give them your name
First, middle initial, last
"My job sucks, " you say
It's like doin' time
"I feel like such a jerk"
But 500 bucks a day are better than nine
Dollars for two hours' work
So, get out your pen and paper
Better start taking notes
Get a lecture from the devil
He's about to take your coat
And when the class is over
If you pass, you get your gun
Nothing's ever sacred here in Murder 101
A cold-blooded kill is my final exam
If he's dead, I pass my bones start to chill
And my nerves start to jam
I pump three more slugs in his chest
Wake me up tomorrow
And I'll show you no remorse
To prove that I'm a man
The absentee was Sorrow
Who is sure to flunk the course
Who witnessed the violence and ran
So, get out your pen and paper
Better start taking notes
Get a lecture from the devil
He's about to take your coat
And when the class is over
If you pass, you get your gun
Nothing's ever sacred here in Murder 101
So, get out your pen and paper
Better start taking notes
Get a lecture from the devil
He's about to take your coat
And when the class is over
If you pass, you get your gun
Nothing's ever sacred here in Murder 101
Oh-one! Oh-one!
In Murder One, 101!
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