| Slay them, retrieve their souls
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| Make them bleed, internally and out
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| Suffer slow, let nothing remain
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| Harvest the wrath, emphasize pain
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| Apply the pressure
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| Crank it up
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| Look at the eyes
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| Think they’re popping out
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| And with a gentle hand
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| You will sweep them away
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| Don’t let them take you
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| Keep the pressure
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| Keep it up
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| Dude, look at the eyes
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| They’re coming out
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| Sometimes I feel like
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| Going just a little insane
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| Stay away — else I will bite
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| The skin on your neck
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| In control, mine in fact
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| Plant a seed, harvest the wrath
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| I am simple, I am black
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| Never deny violence |