Stew For The Murder Minded Lyrics - Bloodlet

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.