| I’m shakin' so fast that you could say I’m vibratin'
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| There’s a sickness in my head a hunger escalatin'
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| There’s no other ending to this shit so why the f**k I’m waitin'
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| Hop into the darkness for my homicidal break-in
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| I thought it out for many weeks I even told a reverend
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| But he ain’t even listenin' 'cause I’m over eleven
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| I told my girlfriend and she just said it was cute
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| Then asked me how she looked in her f**k me boots and took off
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| Sweatin' and my chest is burnin' like I’m on fire
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| So much pressure in my head I could blow air in through a car tire
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| I’m about to burst pop shatter explode
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| And everybody’s pokin' sticks at me like they wanna splat me
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| No one sees me when I creep I stay behind shit
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| Check for open windows I scale across and climb shit
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| Get inside and choke an old lady in her Craftmatic
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| And like fresh oxygen to an asthmatic I get a thrill
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| Every time that a door gets closed. |
| The thrill
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| Every time that the reaper shows. |
| The thrill
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| Every time that the red blood flows. |
| The thrill
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| I gets my proper dose
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| Every time, (every time) every time (the thrill)
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| Every time, (every time) every time (the thrill)
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| Every time that the red blood flows. |
| The thrill
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| I told the doctor that I losin' all my will to resist
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| But he was busy eye-f**kin' his receptionist
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| He wrote me some scripts for time off and placebos
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| Then set a killa free out his doors
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| At home in the tunnels underneath the train station
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| The urge suddenly attacks like an invasion
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| There’s no reasonin' with it and it ain’t over 'til it’s done
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| But once I finally do it it’s a lot of f**kin' fun
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| I try to tell my therapist and counselor as well
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| But they just say Uh huh until the time limit bell
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| I told a couple homies and they urged me on to it
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| If I ever had a f**kin' chance of fightin' this I blew it
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| I was meant for it opened up a door and jumped in
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| It was all over 'bout as quick as it began
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| I started stickin' guts rippin' like I’m guttin' chicken
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| Her life left her body and my happiness kicked in
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| Woo!
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| The thrill
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| But when the high comes crashing down where will I be found
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| I’ll be underground (burning away)
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| And when the high comes crashing down where will I be found
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| I’ll be underground (burning away)
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| I guess all I’d say is that…
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| Well why apologize I plead for no forgiveness
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| I’m goin' straight to hell and I deserve their business
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| Its useless don’t know why I have this illness in me
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| This killness in me I always knew that to hell they’d send me
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| Every day was a nightmare only all very real
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| But nothing compares to enjoyment of the thrill of the kill
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| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill
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| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill
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| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill
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| (F**k you sick f**k) Thrill of the kill, kill, kill
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| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill
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| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill
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| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill
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| (F**k you sick f**k) Thrill of the killllllyaooo
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| The thrill |