I Don't Wanna Jack Jazzie's Boyfriend

One two: What I'm gonna do,
Three, four: bust open the door.
Five, sixx: duct-tape her lips,
seven, eight: the cops are late.
Nine, ten:blow off her head.
Eleven, twelve: no soul to sell.

Wake up early one Monday morning,
always happy, bright and alert.
No better, no worse than any old morning,
but today she'll be absent from her work.
"What's wrong, what happened?" said people at the market,
Why is Jazzie late for work?
"Apparently she had been somebody's target,
the neighbours told me that she had been hurt."

I don't wanna jack Jazzie's boyfriend,
I didn't mean to fall in love.
I didn't wanna be jealous of his girlfriend,
she'll never know now 'cuz she's up above.

I grabbed her hair without her really knowing,
came up behind her and covered her mouth.
I didn't know or care where she was going,
but I knew that soon I'd be leaving this town.
Jazzie tried to resist and almost broke free,
but I opened the door and shoved her inside.
Maybe this plan just won't work for me,
but I didn't care about the fear in her eyes.

I don't wanna jack Jazzie's boyfriend,
I didn't mean to fall in love.
I didn't wanna be jealous of his girlfriend,
she'll never know now 'cuz she's up above.

I looked around, make sure no one's looking at this,
shoved her into the house where she once felt safe.
Forevermore Jazzie? You thought you could win,
But no Jazzie, you will never have his taste.
The cops showed up late to find her dead on the floor,
and I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry.
He grieved over his dead little whore,
while I was locked in a cell, he didn't visit me one time.