Текст песни Sex, Drugs, Money, & Murder - Twiztid , Violent J , Boondox

I don't give a fuck who you are!
It don't fuckin' matter to me,
It don't matter to me!
If that's how the fuck you gonna be.
That's how you gonna be I guess.
Ain't shit I can do about that.
You can take all that shit!
Shove it up that ass of yours,
Cause this shit don't matter no more!

I'm addicted to murder and weird sex.
I was just a little shit,
But the older that I would get,
I would notice that the only people,
I was killing was chicks.
When every bitch that I was with,
Would end up dead and in a sense,
No innocence is the reason,
For their demise, so many lies.
From more others,
So now I'm taking their lives
Until I'm caught.
I keep on going while I'm alive,
And I'll strive to be the greatest serial killer of all time!
Maybe I'll hide.
Inside the back seat of your car,
And when you're far enough away
I'll put a crowbar through your heart!
Just a start in front of my random thinking from meditating.
So every thing's exactly how I mean it.
Mistake three when killing for safety
The villain. You've been warned.
There's a killer in your building.
Who may be knocking at your door.
So speak! If you're a bitch.
You better call the police!

Sex, drugs, money and murder.
Should be the last one,
That you ever heard of.
Should be the last one.
Making me nervous!
I love sex, drugs, money and murder!

There's a dirty ass needle,
Sticking out of my neck!
As I stumble into 7-11 a bloody wreck!
People screaming,
But in my head I'm only dreaming.
No longer plotting and scheming.
I come to feed the demon!
I jump over the counter,
Knocking shit down around me.
Hit the clerk. Punching his skull,
And hit the pound key,
And try it open it.
I grab the whole drawer ran out the door.
And stole a Ford Explorer.
About to score some more.
Wish I was dead,
But I rather be alive high.
I get so jealous,
When I see a hearse drive by.
I should be rotting in it.
Piss I'm lying in it.
I'm only high for a minute.
So I rather try and get it.
To exist is both painful than shameful.
I lust for chemicals,
To inject my brain full.
Eternal fires,
They're burning every one of my veins!
And only that ice will cool the flames!

I don't know if it's the smell of the gun smoke!
The sound of a throat choke,
Or fuckin with dead folk.
They get me all excited,
Like a virgin popping cherries.
Don't think about the reason,
Cause it's very fucking scary!
That I'm feeling no remorse.
For your corpse!
No tear drops.
Hang around the scene,
Because Dox don't fear cops.
Fuck a pig! I did the crime.
Now this is my time.
And when they move the body,
Then I snortin' up the chalk line.
Death, kill, blood spill!
Burned into my black heart!
Tearing you apart!
Homicide is an art.
Like a painting on a wall,
And you've had your last supper.
Let me introduce the matches,
To the sickest motherfucker.
To ever grab a shank.
And leave it sticking in your gallbladder!
Claw and the hammer.
Make ya fucking skull shatter!
See your brains.
See your pain.
Then I'm pissing in the wound.
And the love of the murder.
Got me barking at a blue moon