| Somebody’s waiting for you somewhere down the road
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| Keep on driving
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| Keep on driving
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| Keep on driving
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| Keep on driving
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| In the pick up truck, sick bikers, escapees from Rikers, snickerin'
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| Hicks with pitch forks, picking up Hitch-hikers and tricking 'em We likes it
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| Killing live chickens with an ice pick
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| Run quickly, you’re in a snuff flick G
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| Feed you to a pig, your wig eaten up, no need to dig
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| Jigged up bleeding from you ribs like squibs
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| I’ll eat the brains of your kid’s kids!
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| Male chauvinist with a fro shall attack
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| And sting you like a big cobra, slapped
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| You get trapped in my crib, in your grill
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| Like a jib camera, vicking you like a vig
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| Shoot you up, you pukin' up uranium
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| Blastin' your mom dukes in the cranium
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| The insane asylum, sanitarium, off the crazy train of delirium, in the vein
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| again (AAAHH!!)
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| You’re being chased through the forest by crazy faced coroners
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| With an amazing taste for blood like tyrannosauraus
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| You’re exhausted, cut off your clitoris
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| Divorce it from your orifice, force in a fist
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| Torture with forceps
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| Nauseous from horseshit, a coffin wraps your torso like a corset
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| Juxed multiple times, like shrapnel inside a war vet
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| A crooked cult crime
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| The sultan of slime with the insulting rhyme
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| Get cooked from a jolt of voltage in your spine
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| Indulging the coldness, bitterness, cruelness, ruthless, vulgarness
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| Ogrish, ghoulish, when the full moon hits
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| The ultimate focus is who won’t live!
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| You ran out of gas, on a farm road, and trespassed
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| Now you’re stabbed in your ass, with broken bottles
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| Choking on crushed light bulbs, fill up your abdomen with glass, and bust rifles
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| I’m pullin' out your organs, organizing, an orchestration of gore appreciation
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| Depravation, give a whore a fecies facial
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| Eat it raw, defication, suffocation
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| You get smothered in anal, kill you like the brother of Abel
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| I’ll make your mother my table, then shove electrical cable in her intestinal
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| navel
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| You just don’t get it, you’re found dead naked, beheaded
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| Your drowned head decapitated
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| And used for bait below the sea bed imbedded
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| A school of red snappers ate it then jetted
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| Your corpse is a grizzly work of art
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| Like a grizzly bear with a body part in his mouth eating like Sizzler
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| Scissor teeth sharp like shattered mirrors
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| Into your heart by the wizard of incisions
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| Dead, but your nerves make you pop up like jack in a box
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| Attack with an axe like a fox
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| Screaming like you’re typing with caps Lock on
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| Frightened so bad your hair whitened
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| Shoved on a meat hook
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| By a creep that looks like Meat Loaf
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| A big oaf, a mofo with a mullet keeping your skull as a trophy
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| Skin on the sofa covered in fungus growth
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| Dumping you in a crawl space
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| I’m an off the wall nutcase
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| Rocking your face on my face, while pumping Ace of Base
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| Piece by piece, disgrace your faith
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| They’re watching you’s, talkin' with walkie talkies
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| Hawking you with binoculars
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| They’re cop killers creeping like tarantulas
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| The praying mantis and chinchillas
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| You go from being innocent and fearless
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| To careless to brutally pillaged
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| Like Todd Bridges transition from being Willis
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| To shacked up in a crack house with dealers
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| Cracking your back with a Black Jack 'til you Snap you spine, fractured
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| Like a flashback reaction from mescaline cactus, making your back twitch
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| You’re ass backwards
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| Warriors, the serial killer version
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| Put a blade to your dome when I invade your trailer home like a military
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| incursion
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| And make you Drink your urine
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| In a deserted desert, unpleasantly murdered
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| Your vertebrae is some perverted peasant’s dessert
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| Your gizzard is a skuzzy treasuring present
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| For some pheasant and buzzard
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| The mutants molest at night on a nuclear testing site
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| Like Wayne Newton, give you a facelift
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| Lacerated with ceramic plates 'til you drip blood platelets
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| Leave you anemic, self-mutilation
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| While Willie Nelson is playing
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| On the radio station, on vacation
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| Don’t take directions from a mental patient on medication
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| Asphyxiation fixated on hatred
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| Don’t befriend a stranger
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| They got hidden agendas
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| Rocking suspenders
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| To leave your apenix chopped in a blender! |