MURDER GAME You stand over her coffin and mourn her, You try and get warm but get colder, You say you should be dead, I can help, I’ll chop off your head, Why you are sad I just don’t know, Now you don’t know what way to go, But you can’t wait to see if they’ll kill me first, I need some vodka to quench my thirst. You got away with murder last time, You drank their blood like it was cheap wine, One by one you massacred them all, They can’t wait to see you fall, You burned their bodies and cut off the head, You even stabbed them when they were dead, And you can’t wait to see if they’ll kill me first, I need some vodka to quench my thirst. I can’t wait to see your death you b*tch, Oh sh*t a minor technical glitch, My hand slipped. I should be going now I need to go, Leave you here to die you hoe, You said I will die someday, But at least I will see my next birthday, I burned all the pictures I’ve found of you, I dreamed of revenge being sweet to, And you can’t wait to see if they’ll kill me first, I need some vodka to quench my thirst. I can’t wait to see you die you b*tch, Oh sh*t a minor technical glitch, My hand slipped. Oh no my hand slipped, You fell onto the floor, Blood shot from your neck, “Please, oh no, no more!” I can’t wait to see your death you b*tch, Oh sh*t a minor technical glitch, My hand slipped. Oh no, you fell onto the floor, My hand slipped, Oh no, you fell onto the floor, My hand slipped!