Second Zone - Murder, She Wrote lyrics

[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