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blacastan & stu bangas - murder mystery ii كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
we been on this case for weeks and we got nothin’ yet
no leads, nothin’

[verse 1: blacastan]
the moments after the investigators left back at the station
where they was rehashing his death
with no suspects they kept hitting dead ends
but the murder of this type is usually comitted by friends
not going through the cohorts of the wealthy philanthropists
they surely realized that plenty of motives exist
as [?] the one of his colleagues was scr-w-ng his wife
through extortion and blackmail tryna ruin his life
he did a big sale of yachts the size of noah’s ark
and three day stays at bermudas swimming with the sharks
his wife enjoyed the high life, but never seemed satisfied
apparent more gratified when she found out he died
the insurance settlement was big enough to fill a small [?]
but in the grand scheme this was just a small dent
you see – cracking this case is like putting a puzzle together
the marriage was severed, i think the wife pulled the lever

[interlude]
i don’t know, you know? it seems like the obvious way to go, you know? the wife cheating, hiring someone to k!ll the husband for the insurance settlement. it still doesn’t make sense. i think she’s involved, but on a much deeper level
could be
i don’t wanna point a finger yet. but when i finger her i wanna make sure that it’s right
we need something more solid, you know?

[verse 2: blacastan]
now, digging for motives why a murderer would twist his scalp
could it be the dirty cash that he stashed in the swiss account?
he kept his nose clean, but no need to be laundering money
i’m pondering, but all of this is seeming funny
it’s still a mystery, d-mn

[outro]
you’re still full of your little surprises mr. holmes
back up against that wall. i don’t like your work, conover. i’ve seen a quite a bit of it both here in london and elsewhere on the continents. don’t like the smell of you either. an underground smell, the sick sweetness of decay. you haven’t robbed and k!lled merely for gain like any ordinary halfway decent thug. no, you’re in love with cruelty for its own sake. the world would be much better off without you. it will give me great pleasure…

- blacastan stu bangas

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