| The underworld watches in horror
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| As this marks the day that
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| 3 of America’s most notorious outlaws
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| Will be executed for their crimes
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| Together the states of Michigan and California
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| Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
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| The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
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| Electric chair, hanging, and firing squad
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| Midnight tonight will mark the first execution
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| Death waits in my cell I can smell him
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| Somebody tell him that I still breathe, leave
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| I’m alive I’ll never see 25
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| Yet still I can feel, I’m real
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| When it all happened I was in the lime light
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| News, camera, gaven killer stamina
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| Another year I’m here but forgotten
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| Skin is rotting feeling old, cold
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| Motherfucker in a robe gonna sentence me to die in a metal chair
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| Fizzle my nut hair
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| Bad enough I’ll be dead
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| Yet I’m tryin to figure out a way
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| To keep my eyes from poppin out my head
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| Oh they’ll remember my ass
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| Twitchin, with my eyes drippin down the glass
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| Shaggy I think they’re tryin to start a riot
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| And then it’s Ice T but he don’t seem fazed by it
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| I know the devil’s waitin on me
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| But does God like him playin his role in killin me though
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| Lock me up until I die maybe
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| But you can never tell
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| We might sharing a cell in hell
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| Cause, my last request was
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| Let my homies smoke my ashes and catch a Violent J buzz
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| One more thing before you hit that switch
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| Please tell my momma that I’m sorry, I never
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| Dead end no escape from it
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| Should’ve thought about that shit before you done it
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| Why? |
| I, never wanna die
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| Don’t nobody cry for me, it’s only murder
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| The lights dimmed in my cell block
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| Cause all the power they got surged into one spot
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| J’s chair hear him screamin, fully loaded
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| It was funny at first till his head exploded
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| It’s something else for me
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| Another kill just as wicked
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| But cheaper on the light bill
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| It all starts with a thick rope
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| Make a noose and I’m gone
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| Stretch out my neck bone
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| Minutes left I think about my brother
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| When we was young…
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| Wait I don’t have a brother
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| What the fuck?
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| My minds in a tangle
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| I wish somebody was here that I could strangle
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| I keep waking up on the floor
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| Cause I strangle myself but what the fuck for?
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| Haha starin at the cracks on the walls
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| Whistlin necks, fidgetin my balls
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| Kill me it’ll still all be the same
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| Wicked clown Juggalo phantom of the night train
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| What if I drop, but don’t die
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| Tie weights to my legs
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| And give it another try
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| Still coming think of something, I speak
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| I’m not feelin so hot let’s go for it next week
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| Didn’t work, I pulled down my collar
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| At least they won’t be hearin me holla
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| My neck shut
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| Dead end no escape from it
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| Should’ve thought about that shit before you done it
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| Why? |
| I, never wanna die
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| Don’t nobody cry for me, it’s only murder
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| [A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
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| And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
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| To the disignated spot on prison grounds
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| Where he will be executed by way of firing squad]
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| I got seven bitches aiming at me
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| My backs against the wall
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| If I only had my strap then I could plug 'em all
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| Watch 'em fall
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| But they got my ass tied up behind this wall
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| So the homies can’t ride up
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| Known killer in fact I killed the most
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| At random though some of them I planned 'em
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| Fuck it, I kicked your bucket for you, floor you
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| Got more guns if there’s more of ya
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| War with the cops no prob
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| They shouldn’t took the job
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| Blow holes throught they heads like donuts
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| Grown-ups, kids and girls
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| Gather round and get gunned down
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| I do it for the fun of it, adrenaline rush
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| Coked up quick to bust
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| Plus I love my dust
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| Gun son, watch the blood run son
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| I’m on one, muthafuckas
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| But check it this time I’ll be the one dissected
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| I can’t wait to feel the heat when lead and flesh meets
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| Bitter sweet baby, I been waiting for this
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| Go straight to hell kick it with the rest of my clique
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| Fuck a blindfold I wanna look 'em deep in they eyes
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| So they can see the fool’s face of a dog as he dies
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| Plus I wanna see the muthafuckas squeeze
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| I got a hot date with my soul mate
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| Bust I can’t wait
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| Dead end no escape from it
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| Should’ve thought about that shit before you done it
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| Why? |
| I, never wanna die
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| Don’t nobody cry for me, it’s only murder |