| Fuck you and your platinum chains
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| I’d rather rip out your intestines and wear it on my neck just the same
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| Makin' a charm outta your brain and havin' the gall to give it away
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| To your moms and pops in the box marked 'Remains'
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| Blood stains these veins in a way that I can only explain as insane
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| The world’s gonna celebrate when I hang
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| And I just hope that it’s on TV like Saddam Hussein
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| And I just hope that you could be me for just one day
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| Then you would get a better sense of what the fuck I say
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| I said: Bitches ain’t shit, God bless the dead
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| And fuck every last bitch that won’t give up some head
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| I smoke 15 packs in a day and I’m getting worried now
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| Cause every time I cough my hearing is getting blown
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| I ain’t a hater, player; |
| just ain’t no suckas allowed
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| And you and that bitch that was dancing are just way out of bounds
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| It came with the dark, where most were fast asleep
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| Creeping, looking for blood down in the neighborhood streets
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| If you get caught in the gaze of his evil eyes
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| You will know true horror, as your body slowly dies
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| Yo, black magic, devil horns
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| Wake the dead when we perform
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| We’ll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn
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| Ill child, Black Label Society
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| We Zack Wylde on you bitches so live in fear of the enemy
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| My conscious told me «Let it be»
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| But fingers had a remedy
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| To kill 'em all and split up they atoms just like it’s chemistry
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| Extract skin from your face like a plastic surgeon
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| And leave you twitching in pain, screaming behind the curtain
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| I’m for certain, with a look like bloody face uncle Frank
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| Most of these home grown killas claiming that they dank
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| When they shit ready to sink, water log like marsh lagoons
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| While we’re mid transformation, alive inside the cocoons
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| Nursing them wounds of many battles, turn cities to tombs
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| Growing close to the end, so what the fuck we got to lose?
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| Straight killas with enough ammunition to take the planet to war
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| Most of these villains don’t even know what they’re dying for
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| (I can’t stop it)
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| Sight of the blood makes me wicked
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| Takes me to another place
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| Falling in love, can’t be controlled
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| But I know that it’s bound to change
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| All of my life and all of the times
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| The chemicals are a friend to me
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| Can’t be controlled, in search of result
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| The monster’s got the best of me
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| And I will choke and stab and separate the feelings from me
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| (Until they’re all gone, like none of them ever belonged)
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| As I continue to change in search of the things I really want to be
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| (Although the journey’s long, I keep repeating this song)
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| It’s not a fear, the monster is alive and in me
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| But I pray, I pray to the lord every night I go to sleep
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| It’s not a fear, but if I should die before I awake
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| But I pray, I pray to the lord my soul be afraid |