| I’ll bloody up a Hard Rock, shut up and box, I’ll cut you with an ox
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| Then I’ll fix your face with the skin from your buttocks
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| Amazing with a razor craving to puncture
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| More depraving than Wes Craven
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| Braver behaviour than Kraven the Hunter
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| You’re lifeless, I’ll show you what trife is if you front
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| Molest your wife with a rifle then shove a knife in her cunt
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| Introduce pigs like Riggs to disfigurement
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| Malignant, my pit chews your ligament like Wrigley Spearmint
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| Put a hole in your neck, I’m Die Hard, stab you with an iron rod
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| I am God, lion heart, show respect
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| Kid, don’t let your pride affect the way you conversate with me
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| Fucking with me a side effect is surgery, tracheotomy
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| Jabberjaw, we’ll sniff you out like a Labrador
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| Jab your jaw, stabbed like a crab claw abracadabra gore
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| Terrify you like Sheriff Hoyt, a creep like Jon Voight in Heat
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| Dead in the street, cops can’t verify you
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| Chaos (Evil minds that plot destruction)
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| Power
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| Violence (Sorcerers of death’s construction)
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| Fury
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| You live (Evil minds that plot destruction)
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| You die
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| And death (Sorcerers of death’s construction)
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| What?
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| You’re a disgust to me, you got busted and requested protective custody
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| Scared to get tested, it’s a must you bleed
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| Have a TV break over your head, give you a Tom Savini makeover
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| You’ll wake up dead when the meat cleaver takes over
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| Like Manolo with the barrel, a chrome arrow makes a narrow hole through your
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| Polo apparel into bone marrow
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| ? |
| clapped, you’re handicapped like Brandi kid
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| You tapped out, you rock a fannypack, fuck you up like Manny Pac
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| You got the shingles like old ladies at bingo
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| With dingleberries in their bunghole, you’re wholesome like?
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| Death is a trife conondrum, cut you in half with a knife
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| I laugh while you plunge into the afterlife dungeon
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| Beat you mercilessly purposely for no purpose
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| The perp is high on? |
| I’ll cut you with sharp scissors nervously
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| ? |
| like? |
| poopers stick a nail in a droopy female groupie’s anal poopy trail
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| Dead you like Soupy Sales
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| Evil minds that plot destruction
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| Sorcerers of death’s construction |