Dial M - SMP

No one gets hotter, known to flow like lava

Or go off like an M-1, the accident starts

On the industrial skids with the scars on their wrists

I say «what's up?»

'cause I feel I could explode any day too

All the struggle to get over and nobody cares

Throw it straight back in their face with my sick ultimatum

To all the people out there that are breathing my air

Please fall over and die so I can find a place to park

S-M-motherfucking-P

Dial M for Murder

S-M-motherfucker

Dial M for Murder, right

Just like Starfleet, you talk and you talk

Step into this airlock, you’ll see that our phasers are on «kill»

Give me just twenty seconds, I’ll put this at your neck

Should I pull this trigger or watch you sweat?

Yeah, motherfucker, I’m calling you out, mate

You remind me too much of a chump I used to tolerate

How 'bout a ride?

We can both go down in flames

When this wreck rolls over, you’ll know who to blame

S-M-motherfucking-P

Dial M for Murder

S-M-motherfucker

Dial M for Murder, right

Depressed?

Bored?

They make pills for that sorta stuff

But this one is crazy, so get ready to duck

Remember, everything breaks if you keep banging on it

Two centimeter ledge and I’m still hanging on it

The one they call the «dead ringer»

Disintegrating suckers with the twitch of his finger

No time to talk, so please shut the fuck up

Happy thoughts, Merry Christmas

Aw, fuck it