[Intro]
Elizabeth didn't confine her particular brand of domestic discipline to Hungary
On several occasions during her life
She was in Vienna to visit the court of the Austrian king Matthias
Despite protests, she tortured servant girls here at her house in Augustiner Strasse
[Chorus]
The color of murder part 2
Put ya heart in a cube
Than rip it in two
Pour molten silver in ya eyes
I'm a poet and an executioner
What color do you see when you die?
The color of murder part 2
Put ya heart in a cube
Than rip it in two
Pour molten silver in ya eyes
I'm a poet and an executioner
What color do you see when you die?
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
This one's called the Judas cradle
Operating table, chop the navel
It's very painful
First take off his white angel
The complaining wolves are very hungry
Never close the womb in his tummy
Curses open up the tomb of the mummy
Color of murder, lyrics are like burners
Talk to the bad spirits, open up the furnace
Get me the Virgin
Next is called the coffin torture
Hang 'em up side down, overweight
Sharp blades loose braces to support ya
Sometimes death occurs when idiots splurge out words
To the Mantineia, millennium emerge
Such pity, I get busy, stomp teeth on curbs
Go head whisper prayers, unprepared beware
And may you fall on death airs
Next is called the Brazen bull
Quiet, we in the woods with gazing wolves
I show up in the hood
Disturb ya, with the color of murder
The Virgin worker, tear drop, they kneel, stop
Watch his heels lock, from hip-hops to old castle hop
This ancient battle, bones break over rocks
Next is called the Rat torture
Very painful, send prayers to every angel
Than ask me what those heavy chains do
It's real, I kill so graceful
From the mount Grayskull
Pow, now you taste blood
Elizabeth didn't confine her particular brand of domestic discipline to Hungary
On several occasions during her life
She was in Vienna to visit the court of the Austrian king Matthias
Despite protests, she tortured servant girls here at her house in Augustiner Strasse
[Chorus]
The color of murder part 2
Put ya heart in a cube
Than rip it in two
Pour molten silver in ya eyes
I'm a poet and an executioner
What color do you see when you die?
The color of murder part 2
Put ya heart in a cube
Than rip it in two
Pour molten silver in ya eyes
I'm a poet and an executioner
What color do you see when you die?
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
This one's called the Judas cradle
Operating table, chop the navel
It's very painful
First take off his white angel
The complaining wolves are very hungry
Never close the womb in his tummy
Curses open up the tomb of the mummy
Color of murder, lyrics are like burners
Talk to the bad spirits, open up the furnace
Get me the Virgin
Next is called the coffin torture
Hang 'em up side down, overweight
Sharp blades loose braces to support ya
Sometimes death occurs when idiots splurge out words
To the Mantineia, millennium emerge
Such pity, I get busy, stomp teeth on curbs
Go head whisper prayers, unprepared beware
And may you fall on death airs
Next is called the Brazen bull
Quiet, we in the woods with gazing wolves
I show up in the hood
Disturb ya, with the color of murder
The Virgin worker, tear drop, they kneel, stop
Watch his heels lock, from hip-hops to old castle hop
This ancient battle, bones break over rocks
Next is called the Rat torture
Very painful, send prayers to every angel
Than ask me what those heavy chains do
It's real, I kill so graceful
From the mount Grayskull
Pow, now you taste blood
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