| I’m not a stalker
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| I follow her around and every day she shootin me down
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| If I was a stalker
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| Then why is she alive
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| And would she love me better if I died?
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| She don’t love me she don’t love me like I do her
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| I want to bathe in her blood, I want to eat both her eyes
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| I want to rip through her skin until I’m snapping her spine
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| I want to play with her guts
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| You know I’m sicker than shit
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| And if she’s only a corpse
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| You know that I’ll still commit
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| You know I love her so much that I think of hurting myself
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| My love is toxic and hazardous to her pretty health
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| She knows shes better without me
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| But what the fuck does she know?
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| But with the tape around her mouth she’ll never tell me to GOOOOO!
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| She don’t understand what’s stressin me or
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| She wouldn’t of had them arrest me for
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| Tresspassing and leaving my pinky finger
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| Inside of a box and she found it on top of her panty drawer
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| Out of my melon and out of my gord
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| Was I the patient for hatin waiting
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| So now I’m masturbating on the front room floor
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| And now I’m sitting in jail
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| And now they closing the cell door
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| I keep my rubbers with cum in them as an offering
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| It’s like it’s Christmas the ornaments on the coffin-in
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| I grab my penis and balls and boxers with clothes in em
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| And nail em both to her chest so her heart is close to em
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| I want to wear her skin like buffalo bill
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| And suck my own dick with a purse and some high heels
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| I know I’m better without her but what the fuck do I know?
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| She makes me feel like a crazy sexual animal
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| You’re so beautiful when you’re wearing red
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| Running my dirty fingers through
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| The hair on top of your pretty little head
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| You’re so beautiful when you’re wearing red |