| Popping 'em down with codeine in my cup
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| Bitch I’m rolling the rillo and burning the ounce
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| Creep through the ground
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| I don’t hear a sound
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| Burying bodies all over the town
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| The Satanic killer
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| The gripper of triggers that haunts all the rivers
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| The blood is my liquor
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| Triple 6 marked on my grave
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| Cynical 59, death we crave
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| Sharpening the blade so the wrist can be shaved
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| Enslaved to the minds of the fucking new wave
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| Creep in the alley the valley of death
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| Deep in the city of choppers &tecs
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| I’m deaf to the screams of the innocent
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| Fuck all the citizens
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| The fucking militant of the infinite punishment
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| I need a stimulant
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| Give me the coke I’m sniffing it
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| Articulate my ignorance
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| $carecrow walking round without his ligaments
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| Often I find myself staring into space
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| Bitch I’m coughing I might as well air out the place
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| It is foggy
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| My enemies taunt me
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| I am the worst version of myself
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| No calling for help
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| Angel of death please spread your wings
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| Pacing myself before she takes me away
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| Blood stains painted on the door frame
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| Floor made of bones
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| I’m collecting and I’m storing
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| All of my sins are burned in my mind
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| Memory fading, but I still remember the scythe
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| Body separated from my soul
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| How it goes when you’re always alone
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| No bitch, no hoe
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| No phone
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| No home
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| Just a grave that I dug with a blanket of bugs
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| Bitch I’m naked full of drugs
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| Fully faded pull the plug
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| Bitch I made it with a shrug
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| I’m aware that I don’t give a fuck, hoe |