| I got tools to mow down everybody
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| I got triggers waiting
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| I got plans to take out everybody
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| I know where they’re hiding
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| I got sights set on a few
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| That need to be addressed
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| When I run it through my head
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| It ends a bloody mess, yeah
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| Sick of all the people
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| Running up and down my back
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| Better to eliminate them
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| Than have a heart attack
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| Everybody on my case
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| Had better step aside
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| When I think I’ve had enough
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| You all better run and hide, yeah
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I got tools to mow down everybody
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| I got triggers pulled
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| I’ve begun to take out everybody
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| They’re no longer hiding
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| I hit sights among a few
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| No longer need addressed
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| When I run it through my head
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| It looks just like this
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| Sick of all the people
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| Running up and down my back
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| Better to eliminate them
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I’ve got tools to mow you down
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| I’ve got plans to take you out
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| I’ve got sights set on a few
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| When I run it through my fuckin' head |