| For the next 24 hours
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| Any and all murder, madness, and mayhem
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| Will be legal in all states across our glorious America
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| We can only hope that the bloodshed will help to cleanse
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| Each and every one of your wretched souls
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| So join us, as we pledge our allegiance to the violence
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| And we commence the first annual Death Day
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| It’s been a century or two
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| They tried to erase the fool
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| Raised on what he will and what he won’t do
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| Mask of a killa that wait to stalk you
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| In a parking lot with a butcher knife
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| So true to the original
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| Ten or more points on the mouth line
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| Two eye holes, mostly orange on the outside
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| Black Hole Sun Soundgarden feeling outshined
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| Underneath the straight line on the lower south side
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| Home knife catch moonlight bred
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| Swipe left, up and down, in and out, dead
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| Couple dead bodies, no hands, no head
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| You could see the flies gathering the work shed
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| I ain’t even work yet, car vape rhymes in the dermis
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| High boys keep it ice cold like a thermos
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| Dirty wilin' out and we don’t need a purpose
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| To infect you with the rhymes and we service, you nervous
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| These birds are just killing it, hug it like the original
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| Kneel in the presence of the candle lit vigil
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| Throw whatever blessings and ceremony or rituals
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| Your impressions are still invisible
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| And we indivisble, skin so crazy, unpredictable
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| Exorcism in the lyrical, shit is far from spiritual
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| And we bringin' death like a funeral
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| Keep these crazy motherfuckers turnin' up and here we go
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| Only got 24 hours to purge out the system
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| To make a better person with the hate and the wisdom
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| Do you pledge your allegiance to the violence?
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| You right with the mutants and monsters beside us
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| Kill, kill, let em live till they die, die, die
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| Find a place to hide, run, run, hope they don’t find you
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| Too late the killas are behind you
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| Blood, there was so much blood
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| No telling what the fuck this was
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| You could hear it squishing through the rug
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| There was so much blood, so much blood
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| Make sure there’s no one left
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| Burn it down and then on to the next
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| Fuck this town, I ain’t done yet
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| The purge is coming, I’m about to set it on fire
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| Bring the gusto, it ain’t none yo, but if you must know
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| They call me a maniac, I’m more like a psycho
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| What’s the difference? |
| how the fuck should I know
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| I just want to purge tonight
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| Face painted got the urge and might
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| Now make it to the early light
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| Don’t take it like a scared and fight
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| Just know about that murderer life
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| Only got 24 hours to purge out the system
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| To make a better person with the hate and the wisdom
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| Do you pledge your allegiance to the violence?
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| You right with the mutants and monsters beside us
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| Kill, kill, let em live till they die, die, die
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| Find a place to hide, run, run, hope they don’t find you
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| Too late the killas are behind you
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| Kill, kill, let em live till they die, die, die
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| Find a place to hide, run, run, hope they don’t find you
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| Too late the killas are behind you, death
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| Kill, kill, die, die, run, run, too late the killas are behind you |