Murda in this bitch like haters in the ground
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Hands freeze, for that hell in the head
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Every day is more like yesterday
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How does my friend look like a banshee
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I'm a silent bastard, I can't take that away
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Look out the window, I'm tired of standing there
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Fall on me through the mud of these glasses
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I again hung someone on the Christmas trees
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I am a horror movie from VHS
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And these lali knew me
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In the morning he invited them to the forest,
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And during the day stood over their bodies
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The dark forest keeps a secret
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About what happened between us
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Her pink bra
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From now on, decorates the wall
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You pretended to be a moron
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Nothing changed
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I recognize you by your makeup
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But I don't remember your name
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The downpour poured
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Washed away in clips
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In blue jeans
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We are killas
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Can you hear the screams
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Shot in the back
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Chilim in style
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Splits, fast
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I just began
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I see in the dark, remember boy
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I did not think that my forest is so gloomy
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Your mother and father are crying over the coffin
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Jokes are like dogs
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Hot-tempered like a propane tank
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call me zoophile
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After all, I again gave in the mouth to the cops
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Witch with hair the color of the night
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Pulls along
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I dug into her crotch again
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Strong as a chainsaw
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I won't sleep tonight
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Just like clockwork
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I will put in packages
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Like the mail will send you home
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You are nobody, lol
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You are not Paul Walker
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Shout one more time
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Take a glock in the forehead
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These bitches don't remember
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Where is my glock
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I know forever
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Like John Doe
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The guy tried to fight off the thought
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That Merda is dirtier than a bloody nose
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He would do a lot of good things in life
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But just won't take a breath again |