| I love vulvas, clits and labias
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| Cut open my pregnant wife’s stomach to find out what the baby is
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| Maybe it’s an alien, I’m impatient and curious
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| A mental patient that’s furious
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| The jury is out of my mind
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| Crashing your gender-reveal party blasting a nine
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| Peelin' and blendin' your flesh is surreal off the spine
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| Rock ya skin like a Jamaican mesh shirt, sippin' wine
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| I’m negative — let’s celebrate cause I killed all my relatives
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| I was celibate for too long, so I fucked all their skeletons
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| I’m so competitive I’ll kill anyone that ever lived
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| Your shits' repetitive, you being dead is imperative
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| Bitches on Instagram; |
| be careful flaunting on your page
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| Some sicko’s watching, he’ll hold you captive in his dog cage
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| And he won’t do much prison time cause the system is fucked up
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| While you got fucked up ya buttocks with nun-chucks
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| You dumb fuck
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| Beat you like the drums of Ulrich on Master
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| To those rat-bastards in Zürich:
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| I’ll dump you in a vat of sulfuric acid
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| Witness a dirty cunt pus
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| You’re a cunt, so I’d like to push you in front of a bus
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| Now you’re bloody slush
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| Get rhinoceros-stabbed, you’re a preposterous fag
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| Get lit up like white phosphorous, you’re a monotonous wack herb
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| Like a hippopotamus in costume drag
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| Shit yaself as we play salugi with your colostomy bag
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| It’s knife season — pierce your skin like a splinter
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| Knife season — catch you alone in the winter
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| It’s Knife season — when cut, you drip magenta
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| Knife season Knife season
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| Knife season — pierce your skin like a splinter
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| Knife season — catch you alone in the winter
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| It’s knife season — when cut, you drip magenta
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| Knife season Knife season
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| I don’t accept whatever happens, I’d rather sever and clap you
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| Alter your future for tryna be clever — buck-fifty sutures tappin'
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| The captain of slapping you wack rappin' faggots
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| Contaminate you with maggots
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| And lacerate you with jagged-edge blades
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| Amputate you with the decibels from my amplification
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| Blood dampened and menstruation, butcher knife ventilation
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| No peace of mind for you, only pieces of ya cranium
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| Next to feces on concrete when the slug released from the nine
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| Impossible for me to think logical and rational
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| Audible, phenomenal, slash your abdominal, bash ya skull
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| Got a positive attitude when I stab a dude
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| Grab him by the Adam’s apple and treat him like rabbit food
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| The magnitude of anger I feel when holdin' the magnum’s
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| Magnificent like a flag salute, fuck ya propaganda tool
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| Wait, wait, wait I got off topic, fuck!
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| But you can suck my dick — you cuck!
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| You do bukkake!
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| It’s knife season — pierce your skin like a splinter
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| Knife season — catch you alone in the winter
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| It’s Knife season — when cut, you drip magenta
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| Knife season Knife season
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| Knife season, Knife season — we know how to kill you! |