i walk in the bedroom, shes sleeping, sheel be dead soon/
grab my pice, must of droped it look for the bottle with the x on/
lost the poisen too, must of been when i jumbed through the back yard/
oh shit a disturbance, her man comes in tryin to act hard/
i grab the nearest thing, the pillow, she was still sleaping/
she should be glad cos she didnt have to witness the severe beating/
now the feathers flying all over, she still hasnt awoke/
so i put the case round her throat, she started to choke/
and there was no strugle, her blue face should of been red/
what a waste of time the bitch was already dead!/

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