| Let me make your pain be gone
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| I wanna
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| STAB, STAB, STAB,
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| It’s like
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| Murdering be giving me a calm
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| I need ta
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| YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
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| Let me make your pain be gone
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| I wanna
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| STAB, STAB, STAB,
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| It’s like
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| Murdering be giving me a calm
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| I need ta
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| (Ah ha… What kind of circus is this?)
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| How you gonna give me a straight jacket when I’m crooked? |
| Took it and shook it,
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| ripped it and unzipped it and waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray,
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| jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way, took all his keys
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| and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out the window,
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| Then I turned around and went right back inside, once i realized I could of
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| grabbed a brang of Formaldehyde. |
| Suddenly another fuckin' guard shot me;
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| I played the whole movie shit off like «You got me». |
| Laid there playin' dead
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| and when he checked my pockets I jabbed my fuckin' thumb knuckle deep in his
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| eye socket. |
| By now there was guards everywehre. |
| I’ms steady cuttin' heads off,
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| surfin' on a wheel chair, and too many bullets finally put my away…
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| But was it the real Violent J?
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| Let me make your pain be gone
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| I wanna
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| STAB, STAB, STAB,
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| It’s like
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| Murdering be giving me a calm
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| I need ta
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| YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
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| Let me make your pain be gone
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| I wanna
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| STAB, STAB, STAB,
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| It’s like
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| Murdering be giving me a calm
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| I need ta YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
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| «It kills the pain… it’s the only thing that kills the pain, I’m sorry»
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| I’m so sorry that I’m so stale… I’m so sorry I’m stale.
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| But still I gotta murder your face… man I’m sorry I’m stale |