Murder 101 Lyrics - Foul Taste Of Freedom - Pro-pain

to keep the fire burnin' you must feed the flame 

and this flame is burnin' fast 

the drug lords are yearnin' for you give them your name 

first, 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 nine 

dollars for two hours work 

so get out your pen and paper, better start taking notes 

get a lecture from the devil, he's about to take your coat 

and when the class is over, if you pass you get your gun 

nothing's ever sacred here in murder 101 

a cold blooded kill is my final exam 

if he's dead I pass 

my bones start to chill and my nerves start to jam 

I pump three more slugs in his chest 

wake me up tomorrow and I'll show you no remorse 

to prove that I'm a man 

the absentee was sorrow who is sure to flunk the course 

who witnessed the violence and ran