| Who down on the crossroad
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| Snake skin belly cracked skin red and
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| Gold eyeball seeing thru to the center of your soul
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| Cold cock to the heat of ya heart
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| Pump hot gold stomp and start fork tongue
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| Down the back of ya neck and whiskey breath
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| Who down on the crossroad
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| Sick taste of love on ya lips
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| A thousand years of pain to touch
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| End the crime of life
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| Use it up
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| White hot smile in yer eyes
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| Bit by blind truth and bloody lies
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me
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| Kiss the snake on his cold heart head
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| Eat the secrets of the dead chicken
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| Blood love and h***in come to sleep
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| In fear she says to some
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me
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| Who down on the crossroad
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| Snake skin belly cracked skin red and
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| Gold eyeball seeing thru to the center of your soul
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| Cold cock to the heat of ya heart
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| Pump hot gold stomp and start
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| Fork tongue
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| Down the back of ya neck and whiskey breath
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| Sick taste of love on ya lips
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| A thousand years of pain to touch
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me crawl
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| You want to die with me |