chorus
two o'clock creepin, whole house is sleepin
two glocks creekin, no spouse is weepin
put that trick out her misery, no ones missin me
i should just assist and flee, but i got an opifony*
(RE x:2)
verse1
Ima leave a note, show the world why i choked her throat
prolly be a joke, another dramatic dude spoke'n'wrote
his feelins and why he commited the crime
thats just it, dont know why i had to do that shit
no voice to depict, was nothin that influenced this
exept my overdose and a bottle jack other than that
nothin forced ma hand, is there nothin worse and man
maybe im in a trance, some hypnotic shit havin me in deaths romance
i remeber that hindu woman she placed her hand on my head
and this is what she said, she said "son your futures red"
"i see blood and a man who fled", i said "say that again"
she told me i was due to die at quater of nine at that time the devil would poses my spine
i laughed at her called her a crok, she jus weeped and grabbed a lock
of ma hair cut it off and through it a pot, i stared in wonder as she got
up and spoke an incantation willin the forces of evil to take my soul
i ran scared i drove, faster got them pain relievers and dove
into the bottle and i know, thats when the glock appeared on ma stove
i grabbed it and went after my darling dearest my kids came runnin and i put a bullet in the nearest
she arroused from the clatter and rose to find a blood splatterd
husband approaching, i could sense her tense and fear was encroaching
uppon her face and knowing, i chose that time to act pulled the trigger now shes floating
face down in the river im confessing this is not boasting...
chorus x:10