| Giving my soul to hell,
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| And tell Heaven I did my best.
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| One love to family
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| To Juggalos
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| And fuck tha rest
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| I’m tired of all these snakes and demons leaches on the vein,
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| I’ve bled enough and now these bitches bout to feel tha pain.
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| You know you name the haters been and with a point of view,
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| Pussy mother fuckers talkin shit but never had a clue.
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| Come with your attitude cocksucka fuck yo life.
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| I tie you to a chair and make you watch me fuck your wife.
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| I’m just trying to catch you slippin like a bar of soap,
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| I catch you while you sleepin fast
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| And then I slit your throat.
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| I watch you bleed and gargle choking for your last breath,
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| Then close the wound apply some pressure to delay ya death.
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| See what it means your whole existance don’t mean shit to me,
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| It ain’t nothing but time to kill to make you history.
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| And all you had to do was to keep your fucking trap closed.
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| But now you got your hands folded,
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| Clutched onto a single rose.
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| I’ll take your life
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| But here tonight
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| You want to try, DIE!
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| Just close your eyes,
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| Say your last good-byes.
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| Get down on your knees,
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| Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace.
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| OK Jamie not a hater,
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| If I was it ain’t no killin me.
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| I live forever
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| Never die
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| Surviving off the infamy
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| Miss me with that everbody wants me dead same ol'
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| And switch my hatchet to a target hanging off my cable.
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| If you critisize my fashion you faggot like Tim Gunn,
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| I’m a Juggalo scrub,
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| It’s that since day one.
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| So kill the hater,
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| Replicator,
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| Dissin with a foul tounge.
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| Take my magic marker and blacken his fuckin left lung,
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| With my box-cutter I’m a cut his eyes wide
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| And with broken pieces of mirror replacin both his eyes.
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| Got a demon inside that’s been along for the ride,
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| Since the release of my first LP back in 95.
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| Ever since that day
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| I’ve been embracin the hate
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| And basically not givin a fuck
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| Wut none of ya’ll say.
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| So fuck ya’ll bitches
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| Black flowers up on your casket
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| You get what you deserve
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| Burn in hell hatein bastards
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| I’ll take your life
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| But here tonight
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| You want to try, DIE!
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| Just close your eyes,
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| Say your last good-byes.
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| Get down on your knees,
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| Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace.
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| I see the shit ya pullin
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| Lookin like a trailer hitch,
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| Come to your hood with goons
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| And snatch you out your trailer bitch.
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| Put on your knees and close your eyes
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| Wait for the execution.
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| Some call this first degree
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| But I call it my retribution.
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| Ya had your chance to keep the sun
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| And now your in the rain,
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| I be the Skarcrow but you the one who missin brains.
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| I put the barrel to the bone
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| And now your so fucked
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| Two times eleven to yadome now ya outta luck.
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| So many times I spit just dwellin thinking of the day
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| Up to the point I sit for hours thinkin of away
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| To make you suffer
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| Make ya blood spill like the wine.
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| Six feet up underneath the ground
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| Have ya smellin tha pine.
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| Lost in the woods till you discovered by a boy scout
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| Stupid mother fucker what was you thinking
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| Now ya body in the bushes
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| Like this rottin of the stinkin
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| I’ll take your life
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| But here tonight
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| You want to try, DIE!
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| Just close your eyes,
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| Say your last good-byes.
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| Get down on your knees,
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| Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace. |