Pro-Pain - Murder 101 Lyrics
to keep the fire burnin' you must feed the flameand this flame is burnin' fastthe drug lords are yearnin' for you give them your namefirst, middle initial, last"my job sucks" you say it's like doin' time"i feel like such a jerk"but 500 bucks a day are better than ninedollars for two hours workso get out your pen and paper, better start taking notesget a lecture from the devil, he's about to take your coatand when the class is over, if you pass you get your gunnothing's ever sacred here in murder 101a cold blooded kill is my final examif he's dead i passmy bones start to chill and my nerves start to jami pump three more slugs in his chestwake me up tomorrow and i'll show you no remorseto prove that i'm a manthe absentee was sorrow who is sure to flunk the coursewho witnessed the violence and ran