| Demolishes the collagen in your face
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| When I smash you with a solid fist
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| Over politics get your wallet picked
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| By satanic Scientologists acknowledge this
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| I’m in a professionally insane condition
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| I cut vein incisions in you so badly
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| They need stitching by specially trained physicians
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| Your death certificate is insignificant
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| Paper no different than you lasted
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| Terrific eulogy wipe my shit with it
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| You need proper protection from a person like me that feels no affection for
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| your life I control the direction of ya future
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| Dead you look like a droid I seek through the void in your skull so we can’t
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| leave the casket open you’re too destroyed
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| You better show respect with seriousness or the fear of sickness or death you
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| will experience this
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| Another key turned to the essence you’ve returned
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| From the presence of your corpse a great deal can be learned
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| Slice you open with a Y-shaped incision cause I hate religion
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| And fear no God so there’s no consequences when I make decisions
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| So fucked plus the dead shit i’ll desecrate you by suffocating you with the
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| pillow that the dead person rested his head with
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| A stabbing fatality many abnormalities in your abdomen cavity
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| Except for gravity
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| There’s no blood pressure so no blood squirts when I sever
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| No blood on my shirts whenever I work its a perverse pleasure
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| What do I need the bible and Satan for when I can start my own religion
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| Like carving opening skulls with my braining saws
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| Planting micro-chips, lobotomies
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| The pre-fix wizard to joining is funny
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| Come down to our office for a visit
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| Blending your cartilage stick you like a Nintendo cartridge
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| Listen to the crescendo of your heart twitch
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| All your fault the power drill in your skull vault
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| Like pole vault, shaven bald, appalled, it’s called assault |