| Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug - your friend is your enemy
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug - your friend is your enemy
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Put on the hood and filled the ziplock
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| It's spelled "plug" in your fancy pipe
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| My product cannot be measured on the scale
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| Grinder crumbles their bones into sand
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| The most invited guest at every damn mass
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| Sixty-six grams (six, six, six!)
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| Killer weight
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| All witches know us, we muddle their souls
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| On a step away from the abyss, let's get better
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| The stolen spirit breaks out
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| The polyethylene was absorbing his sound
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| A terrifying scream broke the silence
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| Twisted his essence, diving into the depths
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| I tighten the ziplock, but there is not that skunk
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| Run away boy scout
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| Black ski mask, click-clack, spits my Glock
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| Maniac in chains, my dope is poison
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| He is cursed, know how I am
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| Potions stand in a row on the scales
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| The corpses lie in a row
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| They entered my crypt in vain
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| Our witches are brewing potions, Black Metal Kings are here
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| We will transport our goods through the dark Styx
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| I'm dead like Dead from Mayhem, Dead Plug
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| Forever in a black hearse cuts our track
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| You came to the show, signing a contract with blood
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| Triple Six Gods pact - take it for granted
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug - your friend is your enemy
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug - your friend is your enemy
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug
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| Dead Plug, Dead Plug, Dead Plug |