Before the murders I had a cup of tea
I thought of things I’d do with the insurance money
I took the kids to her mother’s and said goodbye
Now I’d established my alibi
I snuck into my mansion through the backdoor
While my wife and the gardener sipped Pinot Noir
I lurked in the shadows as they began to embrace
Then I clocked him with my antique mace
I drew my gun on them both without hesitation
Took a deep breath and let out my frustration
Putting my all in the matter, I made some real dents
I put the gun in his hands so it’d get his prints
The police would later describe me as being blasé
About joining the ranks of Peterson and OJ
They knew I’d get off, the people would rally
But I’m taking that cash and flying to Cali
