| Start at my toes
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| For this is where the evil grows
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| My legs are sharp, might split your skin
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| And spill the juice that feeds your grin
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| Take to walking up my spine
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| See my love drip down like spit wine
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| And then I’ll take your jewels in my bag
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| And take 'em home to mama
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| I’ll put your jewels in my bag
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| And take 'em home to mama
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| Take the slaughter to the lamb
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| Take the hung to the ham and back
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| Take the neck to the crack and pow
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| How does it feel
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| Whatever you get you steal
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| And I’m bored here, rooted to the floor
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| And what I want you just can’t buy anymore
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| So I’ll collect your jewels in my bag
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| And take 'em home to mama
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| I’ll put your jewels in my bag
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| And take 'em home to mama
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| I want some push to my shove
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| But your hand is in my glove
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| And I’m mad, bad, ripped raw and bleeding
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| Swinging like a beef hook on the hips of hell
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| And the stains on my boots say my life is going well
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| To snap your skinny neck in two
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| Would be the least that I could do
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| So I’ll collect your jewels in my bag
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| And take 'em back to mama
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| I’ll put your jewels in my bag
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| And take 'em home to mama
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| Stop at my bones
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| For here my evil made its home
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| For this is where the evil grows X8 |