| This unfolds, this machination
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| It’s hot and cold
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| It’s on the edge
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| One chokehold
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| Should’ve activated some self-preservation
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| 'Cause you prefer to be hunting and
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| I keep slipping up
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| On all these riddles you’re fronting
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| I don’t know what is what
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| I know you think that this won’t go
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| But god damn it don’t say so
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| Just let me hide it when you go in for the kill
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| I know your fangs are going to show
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| You came prepared for your death blow
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| But can you hide it when there’s blood about to spill
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| This disease has ate us up
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| Just hide the knife before you cut
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| Don’t let me know it’s over, if this is terminal
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| This is terminal
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| Make it cool, and calculated
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| Make it quick, sharpen the edge
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| If your mind’s made
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| Keep me in the dark until you shove the blade in
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| 'Cause you prefer to be hunting and
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| I keep slipping up
|
| On all these riddles you’re fronting
|
| I don’t know what is what
|
| I know you think that this won’t go
|
| But god damn it don’t say so
|
| Just let me hide it when you go in for the kill
|
| I know your fangs are going to show
|
| You came prepared for your death blow
|
| But can you hide it when there’s blood about to spill
|
| This disease has ate us up
|
| Just hide the knife before you cut
|
| Don’t let me know it’s over, if this is terminal
|
| This is terminal
|
| This unfolds, this machination
|
| It’s hot and cold
|
| It’s on the edge
|
| I know you think that this won’t go
|
| But god damn it don’t say so
|
| Just let me hide it when you go in for the kill
|
| I know your fangs are going to show
|
| You came prepared for your death blow
|
| But can you hide it when there’s blood about to spill
|
| This disease has ate us up
|
| Just hide the knife before you cut
|
| Don’t let me know it’s over, if this is terminal
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| This is terminal |