| Follow down into my lair
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| Rotten smell, they smoke their weed there
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| Her heady weed hits the air
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| I awake, from my coffin I stare
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| Shaking hands, their bowl has fallen
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| To me this night, the pot has callen
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| I awake from death to toke it
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| Hand from the fround, now I claim and smoke it
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| Smoke it
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| Give to me, I wait and lie
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| Graveyard slaughter, must get high
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| Must get you dead
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| Skull i split and scalp i peel
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| Blazed as shit, can this be real
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| Stoned as shit now
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| Flesh i crave
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| For my munchies its your brain i save
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| My coffin waits, i throw you in
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| Decomposing, still my session will begin
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| You scream at me, i rip your throat
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| Sprinkle PCP and smoke on that boat
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| Soon it hits my brain, deep within
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| For rigor mortis stiffness, it does the trick
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| It does the trick
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| Loosened up now, i tear you to shreds
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| Staring at you madly through these eyes that are red
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| Red
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| Loosened up now, i tear you to shreds
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| Staring at you madly through these eyes that are red
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| Stoned as shit now
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| Flesh i crave
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| For my munchies its your brain i save
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| Blazed as shit, can this be real
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| Skull i split and scalp i peel
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| Staring through my eyes that are red |