Rissa

Intro: (spoken)

 

Me: What the fuck! Why would you do this?!

Clarissa: Because I love you I've always loved you

Me: What the fuck you killed them... oh god oh god

Clarissa: Don't be scared darling I'VE ONLY EVER WANTED YOU

Me: Get away from me!

*Indistinct clanging down stairs and running on stone floor, man trips, heavy breathing

*then multiple stab sounds and a woman screaming

 

Verse One:

 

Sittin' in this room again

down to defcon one call me the minueteman

dailys clips of Every woman I've met

All apparently sick, mental impairment

Martha got found in a bathtub with her wrists slit

Stella hung herself from a tree

Ann, Kathy, Emily and Daisy!

Gee I must sound crazy

can't get away from all this death and strife.

Sit back in my chair and stare at what is my life

where yarn and tacks connect

A Slim Russian hottie tax collector

Finally tracked the cunt in a coffee shop

2 monthes ago, fourth and final date set up, three o'clock

I've been getting to know this bitch for while now

everything from her work, friends and momma's hairstyle

You get to know a person's life real well

When they destroy your's make it a living hell

 

Girl Named Rissa

The Lady Killa

 

Verse Two:

 

2:22 [time in song] gotta throw some shit on me,

grab the Armani, Buck and the Panerai

Suited up, I'm a spade

Ready to dig graves

for this bitch get her made by my blades

Altaïr style one for each arm

Tonight I operate, no oath: I will do no no harm

and If her charm is too darn alarming

I'll step back and appreciate before carving

She just stacked up the bad karma

So for Stella, Daisy and Martha,

I'll teach her the dharma

unfold the paths give her one clean choice

the way bitch:

turn yourself in or lose your voice

 

Rissa Rissa

COME HERE

 

Verse Three:

 

Damn that suit was so hot so neat

Armani man seems pretty complete

a little odd though

his stare was so loaded

more intense than a desire it's like he had a fire

burning inside

a pent up rage ready to let fly.

Well bet he fucks well

step outside couch is empty candles blown

and basement door ajar

oohhhhhhh

come on this is a bit creepy

Am I really this easy?

Tiptoe down and found

myself surroundin' me

pictures of myself next to dead bodies...

 

Outro: (spoken)

 

Clarissa: What the fuck?! You're into some weird shit.

Me: What the fuck? Why would you do this?!

Clarissa: What are you tlaking about?!

Me: What?! you killed them... oh god oh god

Clarissa: What the fuck! I'm calling the police!

Clarissa: get away from me!!! AHHHHHH

...

Police: Idk bob seems like a classic suicide look at all these pictures,

fucking bitch maybe felt guilty, took a bunch of vicodin and slit her own throat.