| Can you turn this beat up for a second?
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| (Yeah sure.)
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| Yo, check me out, uh
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| I’m a straight up killer and nobody knows it
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| I suppose it
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| Is much better that way, STAY POETIC!
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| You ain’t a killer, oh shit
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| Keep on believing what seems obvious
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| It’s all for the dollar dollar bill
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| Holler, until you see 'In God We Trust'
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| Who do we trust in?
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| Present day thug mentality
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| Disgusting
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| Adjust your chin with a tap to the jaw
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| It’s a must win situation, askin' for war
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| I’m at your door with a paper shredder
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| Inserting the?
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| Squirting with your mama’s sis
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| Until I start murdering with a harmful kiss
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| When I *kissing sound*
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| She feel victim to the charm that I put on
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| My inner hatred detonated the lip balm
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| These are fireworks
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| When desirable flirts higher their skirts
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| I hold the handle of a Roman Candle inside em, IT HURTS!
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| Trust me it hurts me more
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| I’m thirsty for the tasty blood of dirty whores
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| Ages 34 and under
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| Whore monger
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| I’ve got a hunger
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| Had a more positive outlook when I was younger
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| And a much cleaner conscious
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| Touch my penis with constance
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| Living life with the ambition to F Venus it’s nonsense
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| I’m a genius of constance and vowel sounds
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| See I know how it sounds but take your showers now
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| And throw your towels down
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| I’ll have your bowels drowned in discharge
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| Have Homer insisting, «Open your lips Marge!»
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| While kids watch, I ish you not
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| I’ll have Lisa eating meat again
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| When we meet again, I’ll be the friend
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| She always wanted but could never have if she’ll believe pretend
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| It’ll be the end of her loneliness
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| I desire only this for her to
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| Blow me a kiss and hold me with her innocent arms
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| Let my bloodstained hands touch her untrained glands
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| Transform
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| Whore monger
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| Whore monger
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| (The bonus verse? Aww, that was like right on time.) |