"Play My Song" lyrics

We'll proud of your apartment
And proud-and-and proud of the cost
Some wicked form
Good old dawn hair in circle way

We hit the ace, ace, ace, and love givin' chase
Wicked clowns got more than some pie for your face
With a drip, drip, drip, it's blood on the strip
Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip
Hear the saw, saw, saw, right below your jaw
And see your own head roll off the table and fall
See the puck, puck, puck, flamin' arrows in your truck
And one in your lung stuck, you fucked out of luck

Play my song (Give me somethin' I can lean on)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Somethin' about murder, I got that!)
Play my song (Give me somethin' I can lean on)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Somethin' about murder, I got that!)
Play my song (Bloody, bloody, bloody)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody!)
Play my song (Bloody, bloody, bloody)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody!)

Here come the hack, hack, hack, knives in your back
Blood down your spine all in your ass crack
With a swing, swing, swing, your throat's whistling
The three incisions I made are as fine as G strings
It's the pap, pap, pap, from behind with a bat
And splatter every crack 'til your whole head flat
Beat the jab, jab, jab, I'll punch you in your flab
Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slab

Play my song (Give me somethin' I can lean on)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Somethin' about murder, I got that!)
Play my song (Give me somethin' I can lean on)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Somethin' about murder, I got that!)
Play my song (Bloody, bloody, bloody)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody!)
Play my song (Bloody, bloody, bloody)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody!)

Murder, murder, murder, murder
Death, death, death, death (Yea-eh-ye-ea-ye-ea-yeah!)
War, war, war, war, war (Ee-we-eh-ah-eh-wah-eh-wah-eh-wa-wa-ah-ow-oh!)

Every one of us got to have murder or death
To remind ourselves that we still have our breath
Whether it's tasteful or disgraceful
Shit, as long as everybody get a face full
Some of us root for the coppers, others root for the killin'
But everybody needs their murderous thrillin'
Trace it back to when mankind was swingin' from a tree
Murder's what we talkin' about and always will be

Play my song (Give me somethin' I can lean on)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Somethin' about murder, I got that!)
Play my song (Give me somethin' I can lean on)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Somethin' about murder, I got that!)
Play my song (Bloody, bloody, bloody)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody!)
Play my song (Bloody, bloody, bloody)
Well, what you tryna hear? (Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody! I got that!)