"Murder 101" lyrics

To keep the fire burnin'
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!