Snaper - Murdere Precious lyrics

Murdere...
We wants it
We needs it
Must have the precious
They stole it from us
The sneaky little hobbtitses
wicked, ticksy, falsh!
Nooo, not the master
Well yes... precious... FALSH
They will cheat you
Hurt you
Lie!
Master is my friend
You don't have nay freinds!
Nobody likes you!
Not listening... not listening
You're a liar
Deceifer
Murderer...

Murderer...

Precious...

Murderer...
Our.... precious...

And when they go in
There's no coming out
She's always hungry
She always needs... to feed
She must eat...
All she gets is nasty orcses
And they doesn't taste very nice
Does they precious?
No... not really nice at all
She hungers for sweet meats
Hobbit meats
when she throws away the bones...
And the empty clothes
Than!
We will find it!

Murderer...

Murderer...

Our precious...

Murderer...
Our precious...