| Fire, billows from the rib-cage
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| My victims torso filling with smoke
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| I am gripping the cadavers scalp
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| A violent jerk removes the head
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| My lungs inhale the smoke from its neck
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| My stoned expression, my face is covered
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| In gore
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| I killed you inside your home
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| Then I filled your corpse with Smoke
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| I will decapitate you
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| To pull the carb
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| Inhale the bong load of
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| Weed through the neck stump
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| My grotesque fantasy will be a reality
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| Nothing can stop me 'til I get my fix
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| I lust to pull the carb
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| Everyday I need to find a new victim
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| I’ll never be satisfied
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| Until the smoke is inside
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| The moment you die
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| Nothing will ever get you any more high
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| My apartment is full of rotting cadavers
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| Marijuana masks the disgusting stench
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| My life is a horrific nightmare
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| Resin forms in the chest cavity
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| Inside the lifeless body of the deceased
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| The vital organs have been removed inside
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| It will never end
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| Taking bong loads from your open neck hole
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| I killed you inside your home
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| Then I filled your corpse with Smoke
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| I will decapitate you
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| To pull the carb
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| Inhale the bong load of
|
| Weed through the neck stump
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| My grotesque fantasy will be a reality
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| Nothing can stop me 'til I get my fix
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| I lust to pull the carb
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| Everyday I am out searching for victims
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| I’ll never be satisfied
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| Until the smoke is inside
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| The moment you die
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| Nothing will ever get you any more high |