Murder On My Mind lyrics - Chris Webby

Christian Webster?

Ayy, yeah, that's me, how you doin' Doc?

I'm fine but we're here to talk about you

How are you feeling?

Good, I guess

Uh, I mean I do have these dark thoughts sometimes

Some anger

Hmm, go on

I don't think it's somethin' I should really talk about

It's a safe space here, Chris

I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before

You sure about that?

Come on, how bad could it be?

Well, alright

I just really wanna murder some people, is that okay?

Only when I get the urge

I'm not sayin' like every day

But this Ka-Bar knife and this axe have been askin' when we could play

And I explain the consequences and laws that stand in the way

But if not for that, I guess I'd be stakin' out your address

For two weeks, just learnin' your routines and your habits

When you take your morning jog and when you take your kids to practice

So the night you got the house to yourself, I'ma grab the hatchet

Sneak around the side door

Looks like you forgot to latch it

Cut the phones and WiFi so you don't do anything drastic

Walk into your room

I'm sorry I startled you on that mattress

But baby, we got some plans

I already picked out the casket

When I choose my means of murder, better hope it's a gun

But I've got options, you've got nowhere to run

The type of guy playin' Grand Theft Auto

Just runnin' people over for fun

Give me a sec' this'll be over and done

Because

There's nowhere to run to

There's nowhere to hide

When I got murder on my mind

'Cause I'ma hunt you

And when I find where you been at, I'ma creep behind

And then when I catch you

I'll take my time

'Cause I got murder on my mind

There's no one to save you

So dont be surpri—

I think we need to be done here

One sec', Doc, just a couple more things

I think somewhere in my body I've got a caged demon

Creepin' into my psyche when I be day dreamin'

I hear them blades screamin'

Ready to grab somebody, stab somebody

Get my mask all bloody like a Jason scene

And I've just got them dark thoughts

And they creepin' into my purview

That little voice inside of me wants nothin' more than to hurt you

I'll turn a person to worm food

With a type of method that will certainly disturb you

Creepin' out around curfew

No skeletons in my closet, they buried 'em back

Next to my shack

Wrapped in carpets and tarps

I've got a map of where I marked the shallow graves in which I left 'em to rest

So I could go and visit 'em in case I ever forget

A serial killer who's scrapin' off the serial numbers

Of the murder weapon I'm wieldin' when appearin' from under the fuckin' bed

And at that point, I'm sorry, you're fuckin' dead

I think something's off in my fuckin' head

But bitch

There's nowhere to run to

There's nowhere to hide

When I got murder on my mind

'Cause I'ma hunt you

And when I find where you been at, I'ma creep behind

And then when I catch you

I'll take my time

'Cause I got murder on my mind

There's no one to save you

So dont be surprised

When I got murder on my mind

You okay, Doc? You look like you seen a ghost

I'm gonna need you to leave my office immediately

There's nothing, nothing I can do to help you

W-w-w-wait, but-but

Just please, please leave

I won't tell anyone about this

Just please don't hurt me

Hurt you? Doc, they're just thoughts

Get out, just please, get the fuck out

You said this was a safe space

Please get the fuck out, just get out

Man, fuck therapy

Just please, please

Tony Soprano was right

Fuckin' last time I ever talk about my goddamn feelings