| Mary and her mom, they ain’t never really had much
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| Never met her dad, she was sad and such
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| She got bused to school in a good neighborhood
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| But the kids didn’t treat her like a good neighbor would
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| Man, harassin' her for the clothes that her mom supplied
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| The first couple times they did it, she cried
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| After a while she’d take in stride
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| Walking down hall between classes, she’d let it all slide
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| Swallowing her pride to the point that it was full eaten
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| After school getting bullied and beaten
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| But to her mom, she made none of it known
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| She figured that her mother already had enough problems of her own
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| She came home one day to a new face
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| A man in her living room unpacking his suit case
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| Her mom said he’s going to stay with us for a while
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| At the news, Mary cracked a smile
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| She figured he’d be like a dad or maybe an older brother
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| He can stay as long as he likes she told her mother
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| And at first it was kinda nice
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| Everybody got along for the most parts just a couple minor fights
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| But as the months went on it got worse
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| If he didn’t get his way he’d scream and curse
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| Mary never knew this was how a father behaved
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| It was less father and daughter and more master and slave
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| All the money mom saved he would blow getting bent
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| Broke open her piggy bank, stole every cent
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| He would come home drunk and snort lines in the living room
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| Openly some nights he lost control totally
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| He’d grab her mom by the neck and ice grill her
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| And tell her that if she ever left him he would kill her
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| And Mary would listen all alone from her room shaking
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| Too much for a little girl to take in
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| But the worse of it all was yet to come
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| The new habit he developed was a devilish one
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| She ain’t know what he was doing but she knew it wasn’t right
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| When he came into her room in the middle of the night
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| Man, she started keeping something in her night stand
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| Something she found in the kitchen by the frying pan
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| She was in a new mental state
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| Ready to release all of the anger and pent up hate
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| And she swore when he came to her door
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| She wouldn’t take it lying down like she had before
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| She kept the knife in the drawer with the handle sticking out
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| Next time he came in she chickened out
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| So she decided she would hide it in a place much closer
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| Somewhere she could grab it as soon as he approached her
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| Put it under the pillow and she was ready
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| The next time he came in she wielded it like a machete
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| You could tell by the way that she swung that she had practiced
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| Shadow stabbing in her mirror for the past six weeks
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| Her confidence level had peaked
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| The first slice to the dick then she stabbed him in the cheek
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| And she didn’t stop stabbing even when he stopped screaming
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| Still stabbing and sticking even when he stopped breathing
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| Her mom ran in and she screamed in horror
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| As she slipped and she fell on the blood-covered floor
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| Screaming Mary!
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| Stick em! |
| Ha Ha Ha! |
| Stick Em!
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| Mary!
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| Stick em! |
| Ha Ha Ha! |
| Stick Em!
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| Mary!
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| Stick em! |
| Ha Ha Ha! |
| Stick Em!
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| Ma, Ma, Ma, Mom I’m done being a victim |