| We be doin' murder everyday, we be good enough to get away
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| You won’t even know a wicked clown has hit the door
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| Until your melon hit the floor and roll away
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| How can I stop myself from murdering your neck
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| Methadone and Prozac only keep me in check
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| As soon as it’s gone, I’m gonna KILL!
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| And that was my last refill, God damnit
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| I drink Lithium and I don’t even know what it is
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| Only reason why you diss me is cause you want a sip
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| Everytime I drink it I piss out a laser
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| And cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser
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| I’m a do time I assume
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| I bitch smacked the judge right out his own court room
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| Then I took the bench and sentenced myself
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| Eternal happiness and good health motherfucker, motherfucker
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| Motherfucker, I represent the Hatchet
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| I see your eyeball lookin' at me like I’m a snatch it
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| And throw it to the garbage can down the hall
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| Then kick you in your ass as you search and crawl for it
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| We be doin' murder everyday, we be good enough to get away
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| You won’t even know a wicked clown has hit the door
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| Until your melon hit the floor and roll away
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| We be doin' murder everyday, we be good enough to get away
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| You won’t even know a wicked clown has hit the door
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| Until your melon hit the floor and roll away
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| You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this
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| Only I never really thought about how horrible it really is
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| Laying in a coffin in the pitch black dark
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| The only sound being that of my heart, if I’m alive
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| But I’ve had no pulse or even breath for days
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| I remember the crash and after that it’s a haze
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| But I do recall my funeral, them lowering me in
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| It was about that time when my soul kicked back in
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| I tried to move my fingers or somethin', got nothin'
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| But dirt hitting the top from them shovelling, I’m fucked
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| It’s been at least two weeks but I don’t keep time
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| I just lay here motionless in this rotting body of mine
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| I tried fantasy realms and dreaming my way out
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| It only leads to mind panicking and torturing thoughts about
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| Running and breathing, will it ever really happen again
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| Please God, heaven or hell, just let something begin
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| Am I asleep or not, I don’t know
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| My body is rotting and I feel pain
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| Gimme to heaven or gimme to hell
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| But don’t leave me dead inside this thing
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| My body won’t let me go, let me go, go
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| My body won’t let me go, let me go, go
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| Am I asleep or not, I don’t know
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| My body is rotting and I feel pain
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| Gimme to heaven or gimme to hell
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| But don’t leave me dead inside this thing
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| Am I asleep or not, I don’t know
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| My body is rotting and I feel pain
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| Gimme to heaven or gimme to hell
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| But don’t leave me dead inside this thing
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| My body won’t let me go, let me go, go
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| My body won’t let me go, let me go, go |