[Intro]
"Hmm… It seems almost incredible that one could murder so quickly and so smoothly..."

"İnce  ince bir kar yağar
Fakirlerin  üstüne
Neden felen inanmıyor
Fukaranın sözüne
Öldük  öldük biz açlıktan
Yapma  ağam nolur
N' olur , N' olur ,N' olur"

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I  strike when the iron’s hot
And form an unemployment line for my bullets when I fire shots
That’s the boss word (uh!) in the tree with my Mossberg
Kevlar vest, camouflage suit made of moss and birds (aah!)
You  at a loss for words jerk look dumb as hell (stupid!)
It’s mathematics talk (and what?) and numbers tell
So save your ticket-stub (why?) cause I will click the snub
Strap you in a fuckin' crash test dummy collision truck
Grand Daddy Grenade Man spit, on some caveman shit
My ape hand hit, your nose and left your Ray-Bans split (hahaha)
My .38 I stay with (yup), but that’s just the backup plan
In case the motherfuckin' Mac-11 jam (brrrrraaa)
Matter of fact, I’m causin' cataracts with just one glance
Take one stance, my trigger finger do the Humpty Hump dance
(uhh!) Y’all ain’t puttin’ heat down (nah), y’all put the seat down
Sit down and take a piss, flagrant trick; you’s a blatant bitch!
[Chorus:]
N' olur, N' olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder
N' olur, N' olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder
N' olur, N' olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder
N' olur, N' olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
I ain’t scared of Rosemary’s baby or Damien the Omen
I done been to Hell, it’s lame; I slit Satan’s throat open (grr)
And sat on the throne for a while, it was too hot though
Still used the cold steel to blast the salsa out your taco (bang!)
Take nine off a thousand grams, watch me work it back in
Fuck a Louis bag, I keep my stacks in a trash bin (uhh!)
Ready for action, shoot chunks off your cheek (yeah!)
Fix your physique, it’s my weight loss technique (aah!)
Geek you called the cops on me, but they can’t phase a thug
They playin’ with Raiden (what!), send the shock back through the taser plug
Power of Magneto, lift the Glocks out of their holsters
Squeeze the triggers and rock La Familia like Jehovah
Twelve gauge, if I pop it I’m dead wrong (uh-huh)
Leave the back of your head like Sonic the Hedgehog (damn!)
Boy I put gats to sternums and blast the burner (bwao!)
The motherfuckin' sarin gas server, It’s Paragraphs of Murder
[Outro:]
N'olur, N'olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder
N'olur, N' olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder
N' olur, N' olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder
N' olur, N' olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder
N' olur, N'olur, N' olur
Paragraphs of Murder
N' olur, N' olur, N' olur...