| Looking through your window like a creep
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| The grim reaper run up on you
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| While your in deep sleep and leave you six feet deep
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| Study sleep patterns
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| So I could leave your bloody splattering
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| In a psychedelic pattern when I’m battering your bladder in
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| Gat up to your abdomen
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| Shut ya off, ring
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| That’s collateral on any mile
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| Bada bing
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| Cops are vigilant to stop this belligerent
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| Imminent danger your left to arrange a candlelight vigil
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| Guidance from the trife Highlander with knives
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| I get violent when I experience the silence of the night
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| Got nothing but scary eyes at whores with hairy thighs
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| You ain’t worth my murder let you live you’re barely alive
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| Insane down to execute a nuns twat
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| I love when it rains it mutes the sound of gun shots
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| Quick and decisive in the shadows I’m nice wit it
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| When it comes to this craft I could give you advice on it
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| Bitch shut the fuck up b’fore I kill you
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| Since a kid I been dreaming to kill an invalid
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| Catch em while he’s sleeping
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| And stomp on his head with Timberlands
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| Smack you with the gat like a racket in Wimbledon
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| Cause your an imp nimble simpleton Rumpelstiltskin
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| Hold the chamber exploder load in a cunt like Wilt Chamberlain
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| Kill the neighbors too if I got enough favoritism
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| Thought you was nice in position you drew your gun
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| I shot you in the mouth ammunition right through your tongue
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| Caught you like a psychotic anaconda
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| You’re choking on the bullet
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| Like a dude token on hydroponic marijuana
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| You got degraded like a penetrated gerbil
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| Trying a beg for your life, though you can’t articulate the verbals
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| This man’s absurd, unwelcome visitation no dissertation
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| Your solicitation of mercy, can’t be heard
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| This is not a dream, I’ll warn you not to scream
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| I’m not lying in my Dungarees, I’m about to cream
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| Bitch shut the fuck up b’fore i kill you |