| You never went to jail, you’re shook from the look of it
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| I invented Hell when I took a shit
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| My religion is music and abusing bitches
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| Snitch I’ll make you a eunuch, a loser dickless
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| Sagat of the human trafficking racket
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| Beat the shit out of Jesus for being a faggot
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| Skeez into techno, douchebag die
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| Believe in Necro, you’ll be crucified
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| Speak the gospel of an asshole like Simmons
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| Selling Kiss caskets harassing women
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| Don’t test me, finish your breath G
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| My ministry is from a sinister ancestry
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| Crass gynaecologist, fuck a female activist
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| You took it in your ass by your misogynist
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| Plop like a putrid eighty-year-old bitch
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| You’ll worship me like Buddha’s fat gold tits
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| Die, die, die
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| When I hurt you — you die
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| Die, die, die
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| When I hurt you — you d-
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| A disgrace since birth, you’ll soon be dead
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| The holiest place on earth an exit wound through your head
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| Don’t try to enter my plane of existence
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| I’ll blast the center of your brain with a biscuit
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| No matter what remain sadistic, maintain persistence
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| Break every chain of resistance
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| Any lame gets in my way in this game
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| I’ll make sure every vein in your frame is spritzing
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| Fuck peace, you want it with me? |
| Please
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| Your seeds are now abductees from Chuck Cheese
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| Hit like Michael Spinks with a bike link
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| Attack ya thinka like an Inca with a spiked drink
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| Had a tough career, kid I don’t care
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| I’ve been suffering for years, Hell is right here
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| Shut your trap, that’s enough shit out a you
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| Trap you, then clap you, I’ll make a snuff flick out a you
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| And I hope that you die
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| And your death’ll come soon
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| I will follow your casket
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| In the pale afternoon
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| And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
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| Down to your deathbed
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| And I’ll stand over your grave
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| ‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead |