| Cut it off
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| Off with the head
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| Cut it off
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| From the fucking neck
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| Cut it off
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| Better off dead
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| Cut it off
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| Say it to my face, better dig two graves
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| I thought I told you motherfuckers I don’t play safe
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| Like a bitter pill
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| It leaves a bad taste when you bite
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| The hand that feeds
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| I’ll see you starve
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| Because without me
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| You fall apart
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| Sick to death of holding my breath
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| Before I suffocate
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| Say my fucking name
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| Akudama
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| Hold your grudge, never a candle
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| Can’t throw shade when you live in my shadow
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| Who the fuck do you think you are?
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| Cut the head off, watch the bodies drop
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| Cut it off
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| Off with the head
|
| Cut it off
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| From the fucking neck
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| Cut it off
|
| Better off dead
|
| Cut it off
|
| Sick to death of holding my breath
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| Before I suffocate
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| Say my fucking name
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| So fucking sick to death of
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| Having to bite my tongue off
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| Another coarse reminder
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| That if I’m going nowhere
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| I will see you there |