| Exploitation, grind house, hip-hop, illness
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| Expiration of ya life, the realness
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| You get chopped into bits, intricately split you, hit you like Jet Li
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| Deadly, unfriendly medley, wet you up in ya Bentley
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| Sanguinary, biochemistry, chemotherapy, chemical treatment
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| Criminal cemetery symmetry
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| Intimidating
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| Stick a blade in, grip the .38 and spit at you, blood precipitating
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| It’s King Crimson
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| Bring it like Simpson, bling pimpin, like Sing Sing pen, fly like a wing man
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| My gridiron gang chokes you like the hangman, 21st Century Schizoid Man
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| A killer with tuberculosis, knocking on ya door, built like Hercules holding a
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| circular saw
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| Leave you extremely appalled, make you scream and crawl
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| Prolific, horrific like the Grand Guignol
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| Acid rain dancing, my victims take a tantrum
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| Attack like Gunnar Hansen, when wearing blood I’m handsome
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| Capturing for ransom, send the cash advance in
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| I’m commanding an army of phantoms with lanterns
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| Let the poison ants in, your bloody body seizure
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| Jack the Ripper slashes when cutting up a skeezer
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| Buck you for my leisure, you’re ducks in hunting season
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| No cure for the gore, AIDS, indonesian lesions
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| Freak the crematory, gory, flow to speak the story
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| I’m like Pesci with the .44, twist your wig like Morrie
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| Say you never saw me or you’ll be another muthafucka
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| Sinking to the bottom of a river like a truck or something
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| Tuck a couple blades under my buckle, hack and tackle
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| Keep the skulls under my fucking shack in tabernacles
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| We Lace you with the taste of razorblade abrasion cuts
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| You face the desecration slut, there’s no escaping us |