| You can’t run, You can’t hide
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| When the reapers got your soul on his mind
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| It’s too late to pray, it’s too late to cry
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| Cuz your caskets got your name on the side
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| Oh you goan die!
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| The nose of a lycan who nose when he smells it
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| 5 am and im just hittin' velvet
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| Linin in my casket the tale that tells it
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| Zombie Killa, wicked down to the pelvis
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| Re-animated round the death of elvis
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| Examinated and found out that im selvish
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| Shelve this you won’t even see these hellons
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| Stuck on earth amongst tweaks and felons
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| I hunger for your flesh, not leavin a love bite
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| Thirsty for familiars your my favorite blood type
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| Nectar of a punk my puncture is always right
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| Got these chumps in a choke hold
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| They thinking they tight
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| Lustin 4 your tear the secret ingredient
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| I get so into it your fear is makin' me deviant
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| Sedate the haters, too real like ralph nader
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| Hide my face from the fakes bay areas darth vader
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| Bridge
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| It is that evil cerebral keepin you feebles equal
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| Im burnin down steeples, these people got me seein fecal
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| It all comes out, when the sequal of defeat
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| Beneath you retreats you and you feel like a mirror in the prequel
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| Of the reaper that skeets you
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| Jigsaw puzzled and more than happy to meet you
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| You dont wanna see me at your front door in black robe
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| You dont wanna see me with those unpaid dues thats a fact bro |