| Living off a full moon, black heart like the night I run
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| You ought to keep it on the sideline, homie
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| Cause 'round here they call me R.L. Stein
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| Sending goosebump shivers up and down your spine
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| Hockey mask on the dome piece
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| Run with the machete like a torch ceremony
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| Y’all full of bologna, sandwich, eat 'ya
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| Y’all believe in bunnies, Santa, Easter? |
| Nope
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| Ya' get your head cut, you should’ve never left home when it gets this dark
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| Cause when the fog gets thick and the lights get low
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| I’mma put a screwdriver in your windpipe slowly
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| Axe murderous vampires
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| Quoting just a story pop’s told around the camp fire
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| So watch out, you’re walking on a tight rope
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| Cause I’mma get’cha in the shower, psycho
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| I’m living with a monster
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| Hanging on my back, beating on the drum, planning the attack
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| Hit it once to build itself a castle out’cha bones
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| You should turn around and go home
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| I’m living with a monster
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| What do you think it was?
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| A phase I was going through that lead to the fisticuffs?
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| Nonsense, I don’t want to talk about a conscience
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| Cause mine’s developed into a monster
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| You ever get killed?
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| Bloody on the ground
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| How my piss feel?
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| Splash like a wind shield
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| Wind chill thirty below, its real
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| Freezing on your tits feel like Hawaiian Ice
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| (All in together now)
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| Ain’t no doubt about it, I’m a cold-blooded killer
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| Standing right behind you while you looking in the mirror
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| Snapback hat, neck just like that
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| Necrophilia with my baseball bat
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| Run go tell Uncle Fester
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| Prof is in your bedroom looking through your dresser
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| Crack in my socks, limping when I walk
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| Murder while I’m fucking, shitting while I talk
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| Push you in the face looking through your money
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| I shot the sherriff, that motherfucker ain’t coming
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| And don’t even bother calling me a hooligan
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| I’m too busy killing, Freddy Kruegering
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| I’m living with a monster
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| Hanging on my back, beating on the drum, planning the attack
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| Hit it once to build itself a castle out’cha bones
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| You should turn around and go home
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| I’m living with a monster
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| What do you think it was?
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| A phase I was going through that lead to the fisticuffs?
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| Nonsense, I don’t want to talk about a conscience
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| Cause mine’s developed into a monster |