| Such a sweet succulent neck
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| Oh how nice it looks when my blade pierces and cuts
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| Your blood spills on the floor, my cock at attention
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| I’m doing the world a favor by killing you
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| My eyes gleam with your suffering
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| Your life has been wiped away
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| Prepared to kill by any means
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| Dirty rotten filthy whore
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| You were beautiful before, you’re even more beautiful now
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| Pale with no color, the way it has to be
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| Your neck and chest are stained with blood
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| The frozen look of fright is on your face
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| Unbuckle my belt, squeezing your breasts
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| You know what’s next you dirty little whore
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| My cock yearns for you, throbbing as hard as it can be
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| Slamming my rod in the driest of c*nts
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| The way it has to be
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| This is your reality
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| I gently stroke the laceration on your neck
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| I can’t keep from ramming my cock inside
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| I’ve sucked my bloody fingers clean, I explode
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| They’ll never forget the atrocities that happened here
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| When I’m dead and gone
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| The atrocities that happened here |