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