| I am coming
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| I am coming to California to kill you
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| I am coming
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| I am coming to rape and murder your family you
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| You can try and run
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| But there’s nowhere left to hide
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| I will follow the sun as it sets in the west
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| It will lead me right to you
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| 3000 miles and in L. A
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| I can’t wait to see the look on your face
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| As I put my gun up to your temple
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| Pull the trigger that sends you back to hell
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| You butchered my art and only to save a dollar
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| Are you ready to die my friend?
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| Are you ready to confront the end?
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| Like Helter Skelter and son of Sam
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| By the days end you’ll know who I am
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| I spill your blood on the Hollywood Boulevard
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| I won’t rest until you’re headless
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| You should have known
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| I would leave you helpless and alone
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| You were born to be a dead celebrity
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| Like Helter Skelter and son of Sam
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| By the days end you’ll know who I am
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| I spill your blood on the Hollywood Boulevard
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| I won’t rest until you’re headless
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| Like Helter Skelter and son of Sam
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| By the days end you’ll know who I am
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| I spill your blood on the Hollywood Boulevard
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| I won’t rest until you’re headless
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| I won’t rest until you’re headless |