| My scroll imbalance
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| Has taken the lives of hundreds
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| Some say it developed as a product of my malicious lineage
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| My mother — a Flemish whore circus freak who thrived on flesh
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| My father — An inbred butcher with an addiction to dead sex organs
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| Which ever way you see it, a deadly poison now swims in my semen
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| It will rot and burn a pussy inside out on contact
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| It will engulf and scourge the sweet lips and everything else that is pussy
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| Innumerable corpses decorate my habitat
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| From furnace to freezer they cover my home
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| Hidden in floors and ceilings — Liquefied and painted on my walls
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| It reeks of death on a hot day
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| It was not till anal sex that I realized another way
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| When I get off in their asses — they didn’t burn from my death sperm acids
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| I should have been happy but I’d grown accustomed to sex and murder
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| simultaneously
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| I cherished coating their insides with my napalm trajectories
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| Her cunt must burn
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| I sedated her with a 9-iron till I was ready for round two
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| Her eyes, mouth, and pussy are soon to be go
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| It always takes a second to burn and now I watch her wail in excruciation
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| She begins to curl up like an ass ball and I finish her off with a Cleveland
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| steamer
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| She was my only girl to be fucked twice before death
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| Her skull will be my ashtray
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| The pelvic bone my crowm |