[Verse 1: Mr. Origan]
I'm walking up, seeing a murder in the street
Like the k**er has left any clues
Picking up gun bullets, shot more than ones
Pick up 2 shoes, this victim might had to choose
Putting down the evidence, ever since this victim was k**ed, he brought a cheap benz
He never did blend in with the big shots
Now he's shot and he's down on the ground near weed pots
This is so confusing how he would be k**ed like this
Let me check my list, he's the best
He's the best murdered vicim, can see a bit of his rectum
He was so fit before his d**h
Here's a big bag of meth
sh**, it's f**ed up that he was shot 5 times
I'm gonna check my paper of rhymes
His name rhymes with sh**, maybe his name is Mitt
[Chorus: Icy Top]
Clues everywhere, supply bags
Blood spills everywhere
Murder, She Wrote
Streets of Glasgow, like no other yo
Time ticks fast, it's got no time for slow
Will there ever be a tomorrow
Murder, She Wrote
[Verse 2: Icy Top]
He was mushed, pushed onto the pavement
Gunshots happended after he avoided house payment
Whose the k**er, I am thinking that maybe the k**er is in hideout in somewhere outside of Glasgow
Lets investigate on this victim, he must had a pretty good life, he's wearing a shrit and tie like a business man
He looks like someone who would be in bed with his own gran, let's see if that is a kind of man he was
I am checking fast, here we go
He was that kind of man, OMG that is shocking
I bet she was one of the grans that was rocking
Step into the scene to see more about him
sh**, I must be thick to think he's good
Let's get back to the station
Watch an animation
I am so thinking about the terror that the k**er must be facing
Do some racing and win it so I won't lose
Bodies abused, amused that the k**er was engery fused
Red bull he used, drink some fast that stomach would k** him
[Chorus: Icy Top]
Clues everywhere, supply bags
Blood spills everywhere
Murder, She Wrote
Streets of Glasgow, like no other yo
Time ticks fast, it's got no time for slow
Will there ever be a tomorrow
Murder, She Wrote
[Verse 3: Icy Top]
Eat a donut, keep the door shut
Let's visit the victims house
Arrive at the house, Jesus Christ!
The bed is all ripped, the 90's type TV smashed
Curtains lashed, door bashed, the wall bashed too with big holes that your hand can fit through
The toilet still has sh** in it, the bath is dirty like f**
The wall tiles are cracked, bath dented a little
The bedroom sheets all ripped, big cigarette burn holes too
Here's wall pictures of stipper hoes too
Here he goes, WHO?
The k**er, he's put a clue down on the bed sheets
It reads, sh** you have found the vicims house
But can you find me, nope I hope you can't
You can't even try and track me down
You clown, you can't even arrest me
The k**er still rests in me, ha
At this moment, you should know that it's me
Yours sincerly, the k**er
[Chorus: Icy Top]
Clues everywhere, supply bags
Blood spills everywhere
Murder, She Wrote
Streets of Glasgow, like no other yo
Time ticks fast, it's got no time for slow
Will there ever be a tomorrow
Murder, She Wrote