| Secret hook in every sticky hook
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| Sneaky rappers playing on the leather flute
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| Remind me beggars, with no attitude
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| Petty game changers in the belly of the fatty gay
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| Feces bangers
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| Pieces stick to dicks which then stayed on fagots teeth
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| Miss me with that coterie of codeine cocksuckers
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| Hollering xan hustlers
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| Hiding in blue castles
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| I’m out of this
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| Bitch, look around
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| Better shut your stupid mouth
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| Before little hopie beat you down
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| And check this out
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| I’m walking in the woods
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| With the body bag
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| Full of funny heads
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| And severed bunny’s tails
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| Bite my shiny ass
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| Call me teddy bear
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| In the Kanye West costume
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| In that teddy bear costume
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| In the Cornella’s cartoons
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| I create monsters from nightmares and complexes
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| Feed em flesh, they killing my confidence, in consequence
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| Vomiting blood after vodka poisoning
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| Monstrous hangover, withdrawal and abstinence
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| It seems like my head is big hive
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| These days I tried to kill the Man in a suitcase
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| Stupid motherfucker hang himself with a bootlace
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| To Let him rot in the fucking tub was my mistake
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| And if you’re reading this it’s too late
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| It’s too drake
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| The smell is so vile, so it hurts even third eye
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| I had to get rid of the body back in July
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| Dead sociopath give problems even after dead
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| Even after mister monster had buried him
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| It’s still there
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| I feel it in my tummy
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| How he’s scratching in my guts
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| Once i sleep, he try to sneak into my thoughts
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| He’s digging tunnels in my chest
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| Wipe the sleep out of my eyes, next
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| Digging out the window
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| For uninvited guest
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| It’s probably been a couple days
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| Or it’s a couple weeks
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| Since i got fucked up like this
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| Nightmares and complexes
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| I’m having dreams where I have to literally scream
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| Myself awake
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| Shit |