| Pray
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| Pray for death
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| Pray
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| You crossed your last motherf*cker
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| It’s time to pay your dues
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| It’s time to make you suffer
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| It’s time to turn the screws
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| Your pain will be my pleasure
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| Your screams will make me come
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| Your useless pleads for mercy
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| I’m having too much fun
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| My only plan is to keep you alive
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| So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife
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| As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground
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| I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound
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| You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz
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| Your fatal mistake, tonight’s my revenge
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| Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away
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| Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray
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| Pray
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| Pray for death
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| Pray
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| I’m barely getting started, this might go on for days
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| Transfuse you with new blood so you don’t fade away
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| Maybe I’ll pull your teeth out, maybe I’ll split your nuts
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| Maybe just hit your chakra, maybe just spill your guts
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| Haha, you didn’t think I’d found you, huh?
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| Now I got you here
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| Tied down in a motherf*cking chair
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| Oh, look at you, you’re crying now, you’re sorry now
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| What should I do? |
| Let me look at my utensils
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| Oh, yeah, I got this Black & Decker drill right here
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| Maybe these pliers, maybe this blowtorch
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| Oh, look at you, you’re crying now
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| Pray
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| Pray for death
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| Pray
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| My only plan is to keep you alive
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| So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife
|
| As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground
|
| I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound
|
| You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz
|
| Your fatal mistake, tonight’s my revenge
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| Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away
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| Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray |