Donnie Menace – The Story of Homicide

Donnie Menace – The Story of Homicide Lyrics

Artist: Donnie Menace
Song: The Story of Homicide

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the story of a homicidal maniac
You make one more move on me you m#th*rf#ck*r i’ll f#ckin’ cut your f#ckin’ balls off i’ll shove them up your f#ckin’ #ss, i’ll f#ckin’ bury you, i’ll put f#ckin’ ice picks in your eyes, i’ll chop your f#ckin’ eyeballs, i’ll send them to your f#ckin’ family so they can eat ’em for dessert. you understand me?
Nite breed m#th*rf#ck*r
f#ck these little serial killers, they’re all h#mos and queers

I jack off to an old #ss poster of cher
I’m the reason that your nеighbors have multiple fears
Out to kill buzz and now somе dust smoke do appear
I’m so sincere

But no one knows i’ll come into their place
Till i run up in their place and gut out their damn weight
f#ck picking up b#tches i just club ’em in their face
f#ck ’em unconscious and i throw ’em under my staircase (haha)

And laugh when they wake up
I never say sorry (nope)
Bag a couple more and now i got a rape party (okay)
f#ck hiding my victims, they don’t depart me

I tie ’em to chairs in my crib and make ’em play atari (pong)
They say i’m maniacal but it’s what i like to do
Give me a ginsu knife and i’ll dice up your entire crew (slice)
Running after any b#stard that think death defiable

Catching casualties practicing these homicidal moves
Now hands in the air or i’ll cut them off
Open your ears to the story that’s jumping off
Pain is the gain and that’s the bottom line

Cause all i got is tendencies full of homicide
Now hands in the air or i’ll cut them off
Open your ears to the story that’s jumping off
Pain is the gain and that’s the bottom line

Cause all i got is tendencies full of homicide
There’s no tactical plans, i have no strategies left
I just walk around walmart stabbing faggots to death
I don’t recommend finding yourself trapped in my crib

Cause handing me a knife is like giving michael jackson a kid (ow)
f#cked up things occur, someone’s getting hurt
I don’t give a f#ck if there’s a stun gun in your purse
Dumb enough to fight back, b#tch now it’s on

I’ll pull your intestines out your #ss with salad tongs
I’m foul and raw
Drugs and death are my addictions and i’ll keep digging ditches until the ground is gone
My balance is gone, my mentality’s totally damaged as i lay in a hammock with bodies surrounding my lawn

I’ve found that i’m drawn (what) to harmful bad doings
Vertically slicing you making your carcass pass fluids (yeah)
I wish somebody would come and start to act stupid
So i could put a needle to their arm like tattooing

Now hands in the air or i’ll cut them off
Open your ears to the story that’s jumping off
Pain is the gain and that’s the bottom line
Cause all i got is tendencies full of homicide

Now hands in the air or i’ll cut them off
Open your ears to the story that’s jumping off
Pain is the gain and that’s the bottom line
Cause all i got is tendencies full of homicide

I’m-i’m a maniac rocking a yankee hat
And i don’t mean jay-z when i say that i’ll make you fade to black
Breaking necks, breaking backs, any bone i make it crack
I’ll shove my knife in your skull just so i can take it back, b#tch

I’ll run up in hell like “where the f#ck’s satan at?”
Shake his #ss, take his cash and use his blood to take a bath (mmm)
I’ll make you bathe in gas, blaze a match and throw it at your back and watch your body burn quicker than bacon fat
On some alcoholic sh#t, i’ll make you take shots

And fist-f#ck your baby mama on top of your grave plot
I hate cops, but at the same time i love eating pork, so i take ’em to my slaughterhouse and then i eat the corpse (hahaha)
I’m reinforced with a tolerance for pain infliction
So when i mutilate my skin i never feel the pain it’s giving

The way i’m living’s going to be the end of me
But i know they’ll remember me for my homicidal tendencies (come on, come on, come on)
Now hands in the air or i’ll cut them off
Open your ears to the story that’s jumping off

Pain is the gain and that’s the bottom line
Cause all i got is tendencies full of homicide
Now hands in the air or i’ll cut them off
Open your ears to the story that’s jumping off

Pain is the gain and that’s the bottom line
Cause all i got is tendencies full of homicide
Tahahahaha
We’re killing ’em m#th*rf#ck*r

Ct to sin city b#tch, go f#ck yourself
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Release Year: 2015