Murder Death Kill - The Bullitts, Jay Electronica

From Bourbon to Bexhill it’s murder, death, kill

The Earth is like a ferris wheel we all just sit still

Satan’s drill oil spilled all into my gills

What a world, what a world we leave for children to rebuild

But that’s another time, another project, another budget, another rhyme

Another purpose, another circus, another clown car, another mind

On the other line, I heard a voice that cried as if I hurt her soul

The decision cut across my throat between my ears was surgical

From 90 degrees vertical to a 180 flatline

From all these and those I just wish I could take back that time

You know the one, where you did the thing and you know you shouldn’t of done

that

The pain was like a boomerang that karma always brung back

A woman scorned is a page torn, a bridge burned, et cetera

A picture’s worth a thousand words so welcome to the cinema

In the words of Rex Mills, «the cemetery of love is filled with murder, death,

kill.»