Bloodlet Stew For The Murder Minded Lyrics

Stew For The Murder Minded Lyrics

Bad Boy 1:  Give me a hand with this shit!  

Bad Boy 2:  Alright, let's do it. He's dead, aint he?  

Bad Boy 1:  Anybody see you?  

Bad Boy 2:  Eh... I don't know.  

Bad Boy 1:  Come on. Hurry up!  

Bad Boy 2:  Hey, I think I dropped something.  

Bad Boy 1:  Pick it up. Pick it up!  

Bad Boy 3:  Ready?  

Bad Boy 2:  Yeah, let's go!  



Something, could be a body, is put in a trunk. Car doors slamming.



 

Someone:  Yeah!  



More car doors. Someone fumbling with keys.



 

Someone:  Fuck ... [something] ... Dodge.  



Car starts up.



 

Radio:  [something] ... raining ... [something] ... facility.  



A cassette is put in the stereo. Some kind of hip-hop?



 

Bad Boy 1:  Do you know were we are going?  

Bad Boy 2:  No, I ... [something] ... mate .... [something] ... take to the
left...  

Bad Boy 3:  Alright!  

Bad Boy 2:  Yeah!  

Bad Boy 1:  Take to the front here.  

Bad Boy 3:  Alright!  

Bad Boy 2:  Oh, shit!  

Bad Boy 1:  I told you ... [something] ... which [something] ... continue. 


Bad Boy 2:  Keep going!  

Bad Boy 1:  Turn by the street. I can't believe we beat that shit!  

Bad Boy 2:  He's gonna... he's gonna meet us outside, right? He's right up
front.  

Bad Boy 3:  That's what he said.  

Bad Boy 2:  You.. you can drive...  

Bad Boy 3:  [something] ... shit. He said he could help us.  

Bad Boy 2:  What did your brother say?  

Bad Boy 3:  What?  

Bad Boy 2:  What did your brother say?  

Bad Boy 3:  [something]  

Bad Boy 2:  Take it right here.  

Bad Boy 3:  Yeah. Alright! See this turn up here?  

Bad Boy 2:  Yes.  

Bad Boy 3:  Alright. Take right... and then look friendly, no fuckin' bronco. 


Bad Boy 2:  I think I ... [something]  

Bad Boy 3:  No, ... [something]  

Somebody:  Fuck!  



"Shoot the pig" guitars. Car keys again. Doors opening.