Blood Pool

(Melanie Thompson)

Why do some children grow up wanting to become infamous? Anyone?

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Verse 1. Pick me up for school man. I kind of did a bad thing. My mom is such a bitch man. Get here and I'll explain. I did it with my own hands. Caught her in a deep sleep. I fucked her up real good man. Tell me. What do you think? Help me fix the stage dude. Help me make a total mess. I need to fool the cops dude. Look at me. I look depressed? Damnit! Where's my notebook? Yea, I got my phone. What was that? It can't be. Sounded like a moan? Pre-chorus. (Record Scratch) Re-mix! Chorus. I want to be a serial killer cause it's cool. Blood pool. Blood pool. Take them to the blood pool. I want to be a homicidal maniac too. Blood pool. Blood pool. Drown them in the blood pool. I want to be the most remembered at school. Blood pool. Blood pool. Take them to the blood pool. I want to be the worship of a gullible fool. Blood pool. Blood pool. Drown them in the blood pool. Verse 2. Highway twenty-one dude. Pass the Shop-n-Go. Look for Donna's car bitch! It's sitting side the road. Bring a shovel and a flashlight. And turn off your damn phone. I swear to God if you screw this up. I'll slit your frigging throat. Look at those nice tits man. I'm going to really miss those. That's deep enough. Just throw her in. My nuts are froze. Let's go! Follow me. But not too close. I need to dump her van. What is that? Did that just move? Did she just move her hand? Pre-chorus. (Record Scratch) Re-mix! Chorus. I want to be a serial killer cause it's cool. Blood pool. Blood pool. Take them to the blood pool. I want to be a homicidal maniac too. Blood pool. Blood pool. Drown them in the blood pool. I want to be the most remembered at school. Blood pool. Blood pool. Take them to the blood pool. I want to be the worship of a gullible fool. Blood pool. Blood pool. Drown them in the blood pool. Verse 3. I hate to do this to you. I see you as my best friend. You know too much. Now don't you. Details to every one of them. I lost the count at eighteen. I want to kill another. How do you want to die man? I'll grant you that my brother. A bullet to the brain is quick. I'll use my dad's snub-nose. Your mom will think it's suicide. Feel guilty. I suppose. Nice piece. You want to hold it? Yea, it will do the trick. What was that? Did you shoot me? That's not the plan. You dick! Pre-chorus. (Record Scratch) Re-mix! Chorus. I want to be a serial killer cause it's cool. Blood pool. Blood pool. Take them to the blood pool. I want to be a homicidal maniac too. Blood pool. Blood pool. Drown them in the blood pool. I want to be the most remembered at school. Blood pool. Blood pool. Take them to the blood pool. I want to be the worship of a gullible fool. Blood pool. Blood pool. Drown them in the blood pool.

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