| Would I be better off laid in a six foot hole
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| A body rotting eyes closed with no conscious or a soul
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| Never knowing never feeling with no memories of being
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| Only ashes laid to ashes never loving never seeing
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| Just a corpse and of course there’d be no rising of the dead
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| No apocalypse of zombies and no cracking open heads
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| With no eating of the brains because I couldn’t stand the pain
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| Pitch black nothin zerod just a head stone and a name
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| I dont know where I’m gon go but when I get there they gon know
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| Im wicked and I run the show and I’m wicked and I’m a juggalo
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| And I’m swingin swingin hatchets while I’m screamin psychopathic
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| And I’m wicked and I run the show and I’m wicked and I’m a juggalo
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| Would I be better off in flames and burnin for eternity
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| And should the evil that I’m doin really be concernin me
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| And should I bite my tongue and never seen to walk a righteous path
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| Or will I feel the devils pitchfork stickin in my righteous ass
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| Wake up to the smells off flesh slowly burnin like a pinner
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| Listen to the screams of sinners roastin like a chicken dinner
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| Everyday in hell the temperature would be a fuckin scorcher
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| And everyday in hell a new experience in human torcher.
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| When I die I dont know where I’m gonna be but I know its a one way ticket
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| And when I die idk where I wanna be but I know that ill stay wicked
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| I dont know where I’m gon go but when I get there they gon know
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| Im wicked and I run the show and I’m wicked and I’m a juggalo
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| And I’m swingin swingin hatchets while I’m screamin psychopathic
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| And I’m wicked and I run the show and I’m wicked and I’m a juggalo
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| Would I be better off with streets of gold a halo angels wings
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| Floatin like a bodom cloud just chillin while a choir sings
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| And every single female big ol booty sportin double ds
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| Quick to take a dick and on command be blowin like a breeze
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| Never beein broke or feelin sick and liquor on tap
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| Pac and biggy droppin by to ask me 'where the weed at?'
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| Call it shangri la or heaven I just hope they listenin
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| And even though that hell is callin pray for me they let me in
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| I dont know where I’m gon go but when I get there they gon know
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| Im wicked and I run the show and I’m wicked and I’m a juggalo
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| And I’m swingin swingin hatchets while I’m screamin psychopathic
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| And I’m wicked and I run the show and I’m wicked and I’m a juggalo
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| And when I die idk where I wanna be but I know that ill stay wicked
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| I dont know where I’m gon go but when I get there they gon know
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| Im wicked and I run the show and I’m wicked and I’m a juggalo
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| And I’m swingin swingin hatchets while I’m screamin psychopathic
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| And I’m wicked and I run the show and I’m wicked and I’m a juggalo
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| I’m wicked |