| She is hot, she is leather
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| Don’t look around she’ll crush you like a feather
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| Steel Spikes, sharp nail
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| Its her time, bet she will never fail
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| Don’t try to take her out
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| Because her knife will be piercing your heart
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| That woman won’t give up
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| Don’t raise her anger
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| Metalista
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| In your veins, Spitting decay
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| Metalista
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| Ripping your flesh, Better off dead
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| Metalista
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| In your veins, Spitting decay
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| Metalista
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| Ripping your flesh, Better off dead by…
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| The Metalista
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| Like smoke rising from a fire
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| Mad girl has a murder desire
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| She thought she lived it out
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| My switchblade knife, no scream no shout
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| Now the story is said done
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| From a woman that thought she won
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| But the spirit still lives on
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| With all the murders that I has done
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| Metalista
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| Skin and bones, carved in stone
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| Metalista
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| Always fought back, she died from a heart attack
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| Metalista
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| Skin and bones, carved in stone
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| Metalista
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| Always fought back, she died from a heart attack
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| I did take her out
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| Stuck the knife deep in her heart
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| I ripped her flesh apart
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| But she never did give up |
| Metalista
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| In your veins, Spitting decay
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| Metalista
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| Always fought back, she died from a heart attack
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| Don’t raise her anger |