| So you wanna be a mutilator?
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| A crank windin' flesh and meat disintegrator?
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| Be a waste, huh? |
| A disgrace, huh?
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| You wanna stab and lick a face, see how it taste, huh?
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| Drag a blade some, incisions, make some
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| Just off a whim, saw off limbs and separate some
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| Not fittin' in? |
| Shit, don’t pretend
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| You wanna stab somebody, stab 'em, like it, stab again
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| Right off the bat, you grab it mad
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| You wanna stab anatomies
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| And jab the bladder like your fantasies
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| Don’t matter, fuck some casualties
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| The blood spat is bad and scattered fat you’re glad to see
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| But to erratically react can mean some automatic tragedies
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| A slicer, a sacrificer
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| You prefer the axe, it hacks at backs and necks nicer
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| A flesh invader, annihilator
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| I know exactly how ya feelin', boy, you wanna be a mutilator
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| Feels like I’m fallin'
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Start down that road, you can’t turn back
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Feels like I’m fallin'
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Start down that road, you can’t turn back
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| I know you’re like, fuck it, make human nuggets
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| And when the torso’s all that’s left, you wanna hug it
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| Snap digits off, slice meat
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| You wanna slap their naked dead ass to the beat
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| Splashin' blood puddles, slip and slide
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| Lubricated bloody bodies pressed together glide
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| Stab a chainsaw through his dang skull
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| Thick and gluey blood spatter drains down the wall
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| Windows up a crack, in black you’re dressed
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| Cut to the back, they havin' sex
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| Weapon attack, I’m mad possessed
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| Jump out attackin', stabbin' necks
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| So what you snapped, you’re hella stressed
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| The pressure’s bad, you’re mad depressed
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| They chest collapsed, the savages
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| Now gladly ask the rest
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| To pull the heart out, through the armpit
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| Right from the start, they bled so hard, fuck up your carpet
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| Duct tape and wires, have fun with pliers
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| Bury the corpse and help 'em hang the missin' flyers
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| You loonin' mutilator
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| Feels like I’m fallin'
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Start down that road, you can’t turn back
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Feels like I’m fallin'
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Start down that road, you can’t turn back
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| I set my room on fire
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| Hung myself with wires
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| Stabbed myself and still I won’t expire
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| What the fuck is wrong with folks like us?
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| Played chicken with a train
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| Shot Drano in my veins
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| Blew out my brains and yet I still remain
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| What’s wrong with folks like us?
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| I know my brain’s broken
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| Strangle myself, chokin'
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| Bleedin' out, both my wrists sliced open
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| What’s wrong with folks like us?
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| Swallowed a lit M-80
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| Fucked the junkie bag lady raw
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| And still survived it all
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| What’s wrong with folks like us?
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| How come everyone
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| And land us in prison?
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| How come I’m not sorry?
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| I give no fucks to be forgiven
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| How come I hate that you’re livin'?
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| All I do is hate, that’s a given
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| I’m motivated by hate
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| When it comes to hatred, I’m driven
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| Incisions
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| Cartoon visions
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| You wanna remove a head without a blade
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| Well, that’s a brutal decision
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| I see ya smilin'
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| Devastation
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| I recognize what’s in ya eyes
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| It’s the flame of mutilation
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| Feels like I’m fallin'
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Start down that road, you can’t turn back
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Feels like I’m fallin'
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| Start down that road, you can’t turn back
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| You pay to play (A mutilator)
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| A mutilator
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| A mutilator |