| This is a tale
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| A long forgotten tale of wicked mayhem
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| A man whose own personal Hell was his own life on earth
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| So therefore, in Hell, he was granted just that:
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| Eternal life on earth
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| I shot my wife in the head. |
| I blamed the bitch for everything
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| She’s the reason I failed. |
| It’s 'cause of her I ain’t a king
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| I tried to carry on; |
| I couldn’t. |
| My decision: suicide
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| I put the shotgun in my mouth and whipped my
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| I felt my world shake. |
| I felt my thoughts catch on fire
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| My skull exploded in my head. |
| Tremendous pain was acquired
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| My body hit the floor. |
| I felt cool air hit my brain
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| All the same, I still remain. |
| My pulse maintain
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| I ran into the bathroom. |
| I checked myself in the mirror
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| I had a bloody mouth, and plus the back of my head wasn’t there
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| I’m steady bleeding. |
| I started freaking, ran and jumped through the glass
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| Some thirty feet into the driveway. |
| I smashed at last, I passed
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| But not so fast. |
| I’m still alive, and I’m driving
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| I thought about giving it up and going to a hospital
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| But then I seen a truck coming. |
| Fuck it. |
| I hit the bitch dead on
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| I walked away minus a head and an arm
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| ('nitruh m’I .deyonna tog I litnu ssa tuo tihs gnikcuf rehtom eht dewalc tI.
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| yot a ekil ydob ym koohs dna edis ym no swal sti dekcol tI .noil a
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| deppals-hctib pu thgiarts dna ooz eht otni llaw a deppoh I? |
| gniyd em dna em
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| htiw pu s’tahW)
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| I can’t end myself
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| I have no head
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| No fuckin' head!
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| People are trippin' on me. |
| I’m looking like the living dead
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| I can’t explain my situation 'cause I have no fucking head
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| I just keep trying to die. |
| What’s up with me and me dying?
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| I hopped a wall into the zoo and straight up bitch-slapped a lion
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| It locked its laws on my side and shook my body like a toy
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| It clawed the mother fucking shit out my ass 'til I it got annoyed
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| I’m hurtin' heavy now. |
| I took some sedatives to relax
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| About two hundred Xanax and passed out on the train tracks
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| I scored some Anthrax. |
| I rocked it up and did a few lines
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| I smoked it up and tried to shoot it through my neck a few times
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| I’m trying to talk through my neck hole, but everybody’s runnin'
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| It’s only gurgles, and all this fucking blood won’t stop comin'
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| I got into the bathtub and cut my legs off with a saw
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| I tried to bleed to death, but filled the tub, more blood than I ever saw
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| Won’t stop comin'. |
| My heartbeat won’t stop drummin', I’m bummin'
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| I’m just a headless paraplegic on a skateboard. |
| Help, someone
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| ('nitruh m’I .deyonna tog I litnu ssa tuo tihs gnikcuf rehtom eht dewalc tI.
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| yot a ekil ydob ym koohs dna edis ym no swal sti dekcol tI .noil a
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| deppals-hctib pu thgiarts dna ooz eht otni llaw a deppoh I? |
| gniyd em dna em
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| htiw pu s’tahW)
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| I’m trying to end myself (End myself)
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| No legs
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| No fuckin' head
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| One arm left, on a skateboard
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| Still got my arm, and I’m scootin', people givin' my ass a bootin'
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| Thank got these slutty-ass hooker hoes be out here prostitutin'
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| I got my dick sucked, I get it bitch, I rock of the Anthrax
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| She smoked that shit, and her heart exploded, fuckin' blew out her back
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| I tried to scoot along, but a big stray dog locked onto my arm
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| And then it dragged me to a dumpster with about fifteen more of them
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| And I was punchin' on 'em. |
| I ain’t gonna die, and they bitin' my ass
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| I found a beer bottle. |
| I broke it and started stabbin' 'em with the glass
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| I pull myself on, grab the bumper of a passing Grenada
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| I’m hangin' it, draggin' rocks and gravel, hurting a lot
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| I’m about to fall out. |
| We hit a corner, and I hit a tree hard
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| And with my broken-ass arm, I crawled into somebody’s yard
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| And in the shed, I found a wood chipper. |
| I thought, «This is it»
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| I pulled it out and got it runnin' and climbed into that bitch
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| And now I can’t explain the horror or the pain. |
| I’m still here
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| But I feel myself being eaten by the maggots, each piece, everywhere
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| SuseJ says, Lord, I stand at the door and knock
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| Yadot traeh ruoy fo rood eht no gnikcon si suseJ
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| Burn for
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| Salvation of me
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| And of my words
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| My words
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| Are in Jesus
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| As sinful
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| As sinful |