| Blood, guts, infected cuts cover most or all of my soul
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| Blinking Morse code when blood splashes in the eye
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| Stab a couple hundred times
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| Shit, I’m being generous, I saved all the rage for you
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| You deserve the benefits
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| Stab a couple more times
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| Your body’s like a blood sponge
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| Break the rib cage and cartilage, and puncture both your lungs
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| Take a deep breath for me
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| Gurgle, filling up with blood
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| Choking while you’re tryin' to breathe, put that on my crimson love
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| Shiny red latex gloves
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| They say I be fearing it
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| But then again you’re bleeding like a pussy on its period
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| Stab a couple million times
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| This time in the face I will, watch the blade get stuck in skull
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| Really accentuate the kill
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| They say that your graveyard should never leave your head
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| Or corpse alive, so I’ll keep stabbing 'til your body’s fit and dead
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| Of course I’ve saved all this pain for you, every ounce of anger
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| Now I’m pincushionin' a voodoo doll, laughing while you’re bleedin' out
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| (Blood)
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| All I’m looking for
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| (Blood)
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| All I want is your
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| (Blood)
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| When I feel like I’m finally at my breaking point
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| (Blood)
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| When I’m thinking like «what the fuck am I stopping for?
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| I should not be stopping for anything but your spinal cord»
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| I’ll just put another cut on you
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| 'til the blood’s all gone and the knife runs through
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| When I pull it back out and I’ll put it back in
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| And that’ll be the way til everybody’s gonna end
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| Just wanna get a knife and go STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB
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| Don’t know when it might be, though
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| Cause I might be so in a frightening zone
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| All I wanna put in you is holes, anytime I’m losing control
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| Just gotta find a better way to put a blade inside you, that’s the shit I’m on
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| Gotta keep going 'til I feel bone and I ain’t talkin' thuggish and ruggish
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| But I wanna get crazy, number one enemy of the public
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| Juggalo and I keep it scrubby, put a nick up in your tummy
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| When I’m on a date with something lovely, gotta decapitate you honey
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| Gotta get my hands on something sharp and shiny
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| Gotta take my chance and try to stab in a trailer park behind me
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| But I wait for dark that’s when the racist remarks start to flying
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| Out of their mouths, I’m bout to invoke a race riot
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| Well I’m about to do my part and erase white
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| In the rest of this crowd like a chalkboard
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| And I got more knives than any store you can think of got stock for
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| And a lock is not gonna make me stop I’m thinking about that noise that I just
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| heard and I
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| Impale, exhale, entrails everywhere
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| Stab me too, if you can 'fore you die
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| Make it fair
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| What am I, a masochist? |
| So what if I love pain
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| Stab a couple hundred times
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| Sharpen knives and play the game
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| Blood splattered everywhere, must have cut a vital one
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| Blood loss, turning pale, tell me — are we having fun?
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| I ain’t close to being done, I’ve still got some blood in me
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| Standin' there dripping 'til I run my life’s expectancy
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| And expecting me to be anything less than a lunacy I see
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| Is like holding your breath and then hoping you still breathe
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| It’s not gonna happen, I give my life to the stabbin'
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| And like a flame to a dragon I like to burn everything
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| That I’ve captured
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| But I’ve stabbed so many holes in your body that the burning
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| It doesn’t matter, I’m a human disaster
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| And all I wanna do is take a knife and go right through your back, sir |