That psycho will come for you
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On the eve of saints' day
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Take care of your loved ones
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But he will take them too
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There is no pity
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Turn on the light in the whole house
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He hates this night
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For so many years
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If you need to take someone's life - I'm in business
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Was born to multiply their losses
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Yes, I heard voices as a baby
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Crawling into a corner eating your heart
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Wandering like a fucking ghost
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Brushes in chains
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Grillz on teeth
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Did you see me? |
You wrong
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They won't get used to my alleged image
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Overweight with a machete
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Your song is sung
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I don't give a fuck who you are and with whom you are
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You are my new victim
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Reflection in the knife - call the cops
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I walk very slowly because I'm already stoned with something
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Whom I have become like a corpse, but I am not proud of it at all
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Jason and Freddy standing next to us are just kids
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That psycho will come for you
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On the eve of saints' day
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Take care of your loved ones
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But he will take them too
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There is no pity
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Turn on the light in the whole house
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He hates this night
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For so many years
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All Saints' Day
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Night of the Dead
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You lead the blind
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Your feet are worn out
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Splif burns in a pumpkin
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Witches cut hard
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Room merda take your soul
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We are celebrating the harvest of the Celtic kush
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I'm a fucking pusher, pushing wicked style
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Their pitiful carcasses fry my grill
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I'm being torn to pieces, these demons are demons
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Laughter will squeeze the whiskey, all things have already been done
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I knock on your apartment
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Vapors of ether are waiting in a rag
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It's time to be a snuff hero
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To die quietly is your right
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I fly to your house
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Chrome shines on the machete
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It was so easy
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The body is overgrown with moss |