| The world would not be the same
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| Few people laughed, few people cried, most people were silent
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| Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds
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| You wonder why innocent people die on random occasions
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| Don’t fuck with me, I’ll throw a tantrum and spray shit
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| I’m finna go apeshit
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| Fuck mass-murder I need a device I can erase the human race with
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| I’m so cold, when I walk past they stare and shiver
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| I’m so deadly I can make the Sierra wither
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| I’m so pissed I can run in the planned parent center
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| And slaughter everything moving with a pair of scissors
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| Yeah I see you in the gates of hell, stupid bitch
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| I hate you and I hate the smell of human scent
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| I wasn’t always a crazy-ass lunatic
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| I used to love the human race, one human ruined it
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| God, if you do exist, send a sign then
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| Darkness falls and I don’t know where my mind is
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| I wish the world would have ended on December 21st 2012
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| And it hurts because mine’s dead
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| There’s no turning back once you enter those gates, nigga
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| There’s no turning back once you enter those gates, man
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| Vinnie told me it’s always darkness before the dawn
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| I’m a king you’re plain garbage, you’re just a pawn
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| Come home to a slain carcass upon your lawn
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| Put your house in a flame carnage, the war is on
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| It’s an uphill battle with steep challenges
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| I see the destination, demons keep surrounding it
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| Like sleep paralysis
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| A thousand arms reaching for me from under my bed
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| Covered in green calluses
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| Got me ready to make a mess with your intestines
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| I’m looking to the mirror, I’m accepting the reflections
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| It’s telling me that I should put deception into question
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| And kill people just to send a message to the heavens
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| I’m stepping to the reverend with a weapon in possession
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| I’m begging for a blessing but I’m guessing I’m neglected
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| Tears in my eyes but I’m heading for the exit
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| With my head held high, leaving motherfuckers headless
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| There’s no turning back once you enter those gates, nigga
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| There’s no turning back once you enter those gates, man
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| Listen batty boy, y’all should go elsewhere
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| I’m having problems dealing with my fucking self here
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| I have emotional problems and no healthcare
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| That means that being in my head is fucking hell here
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| I ain’t feeling nothing and I’m on my twelfth beer
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| And I don’t give a motherfuck about my welfare
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| Old age? | 
| I don’t think I see myself there
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| And I won’t be around to see my son’s twelfth year
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| Cause I ain’t stick around to see the fall
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| To see the end of piety and irony involved
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| To see the science of it all
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| To see that it was hell and not the heavens that provided me with y’all
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| Listen, I ain’t even try to see tomorrow
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| Cause I don’t have the energy or fight to beatin' y’all
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| I don’t have desire or the drive to bein' y’all
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| Acknowledge that I’m probably never finding mi amor
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| There’s no turning back once you enter those gates, nigga
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| Welcome to my innermost hate
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| There’s no turning back once you enter those gates, man |