| I caught death inside that jar like some invisible demon
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| It blew into my room, I can hear the moon screamin'
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| It picked me out at random, but they catch em, I planned it
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| It swept in through my window, I snatched it and canned it
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| The jar shakes on my table, it’s power immense
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| I’m nervous just to hold it, this shit is intense
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| You’re just a evil gust of wind, the deadly breath to exhale
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| I step into the jail, let this jar be your hell
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| I’ve caught death in a dixie cup
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| Tried to get me when I was fucked up
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| Gotta get it to a jar, anybody got a car
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| I can use, because I live too far to fuck
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| Death ain’t come here lookin' to talk
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| Do I stop somebody in the dark stop
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| Somebody help me, help me somebody
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| Inside, in this cup is worse than them zombies
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| Maybe dig a hole, leave it inside, bury death alive
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| Bet if I don’t get it, outta this red cup, quick
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| Everyone here’s gonna die
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| (I caught death in a jar!)
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| And screwed the lid on tightly
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| (Death is just a breath)
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| But still it tried to fight me
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| Everytime you breathe in
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| Your last breath it might be
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| Now it’s morgue on the hunt
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| Daily and nightly
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| Death is just a breath
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| And if you catch it, you can play with it
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| But don’t let it go
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| Don’t poke no holes in the top
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| Don’t drop it, don’t let it go
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| I got death trapped like a rat without the cheese
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| See me play him like a game of chess and win with ease
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| Watch as I spread disease with a wave of the hand
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| The plagues that riddle man, mine to command, can’t let him in
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| Keepin' me closed in a maze in a case of glass
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| Assume while I consume doomed souls, then I laugh
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| Can’t let it shatter, if it does I’m gone soon after
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| Tortured by the one I’ve kept trapped like brain matter
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| Caught death in a mix of blow
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| With a plate on top like a make shift
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| Then I tried movin' that shit in a coffee can
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| With a skull that I’ve painted off on the side
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| Then it got free and I tried to grab him
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| But my hands went through, like I’m choking a ghost
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| So I turned on the fan, and then I grabbed the bag
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| And then I held it wide open, it started to blow, and it blew inside
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| Then I quickly tied that shit in a knot like a pretzel dough
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| And then the bag puffed up like a big balloon
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| And when I looked in his eye, it looked just like fog
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| Circlin', gigglin' thick, black darkness
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| Stick that far in by midnight, push the contents of that bag into a mason jar
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| And if you catch, you can play with it
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| But don’t let it go
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| Don’t be sharin' it, take care of it
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| And don’t let it go
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| I have a glass pickle jar, inside I caught the grim reaper
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| Woulda used the vaser? |
| of Oz but this is cheaper
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| And handle em' like some reefer, then put you in a sleeper
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| He was tryin' to kill me, but then I caught him, he’s a keeper
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| Sealed it up with duct tape and wrapped it in a towel
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| Buried it in the backyard, but still I hear it howl
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| It’s beyond something foul, evil hear it growl
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| I caught one but there’s many more still out there on the prowl
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| Breath it in while sleeping nice, pop open — you froze
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| Just accept it, you’re dead, eye’s slowly they close
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| But now I’m in control and kill it I must
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| Cause if I drop it and it bust, I’m dead in the dust!
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| And if you catch, you can play with it
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| But don’t let it go
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| And if you breath it for no reason
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| Don’t let it go |