| See how the bone exposed?
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| Nice blood bouquet, trace of marrow
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| Fuckboy tryin' to hold his nose
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| Let it drip, one sip, taste his halo
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| Say bro, why’s your skin on the flo'?
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| Where’s your hair? |
| It’s nothin' but follicles
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| That’s called a close shave, don’t y’all suppose?
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| Trail of toenails left through the snow
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| But he should know he fucked with the wrong one
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| Sawed off shoulder, fuck the shotgun
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| Can’t afford talk, cat got his tongue
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| And she might get his lips next just for fun
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| The blessed refreshment when his breath’s barely there
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| To blast his slashed face with fresh compressed air
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| And press his chest just to keep his heart beatin'
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| Open your eyes, bitch, you got to see this
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| Don’t know, which body part should go?
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| First, spin the wheel, vertigo
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| It’s an art you partake in and just know
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| You all paid to watch, let’s start the show
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| Come out, sit your ass down
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| Don’t blink, don’t make a sound
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| Just look, it’s okay to cry
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| You live your best life when you watch them die
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| The best menage is a death menage, agree?
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| Chest massage with electric rods for three
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| Just because, probably set they jaws with rebar
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| And then pause while you get photography
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| Tendon saw to extend the cavity
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| What can fit, what are you imagining?
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| Share your thoughts, it is time for banterin'
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| Killer be right back to enact a masterpiece
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| In the entr’acte, they contemplate escape
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| Bear trap to the calf, that’s just basic pain
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| Paced to make the brain face its strength and strain
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| Gracefully to places escaping sane
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| Thoughts to basic survival of
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| Y’all came to see the amygdala
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| A signal fire in the limbic nerves
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| And gotta give the kill what the kill deserves
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| Don’t know, which body part should go?
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| First, spin the wheel, vertigo
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| It’s an art you partake in and just know
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| You all paid to watch, let’s start the show
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| Come out, sit your ass down
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| Don’t blink, don’t make a sound
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| Just look, it’s okay to cry
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| You live your best life when you watch them die
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| Gotta reach the bottom, why you Muddy Waters
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| With your hollerin' for help? |
| (Uh?)
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| That is not an option, throw your caution to the
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| Wind and live within yourself (Uh?)
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| You can prolly count on one hand all the times that
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| You have ever really felt anything
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| And when it’s finally done and everything is numb
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| Your killer lets you know you’re welcome
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| Over to the edge and look over it, you ain’t never gonna fly
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| With all the comfort your holdin' with all of your might
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| And then try as your might to get over it, it ain’t over
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| To kill a saint, killer say you will know the limits of
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| Flesh stretched and eyes bled before they die
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| You said you had demons to exorcise
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| And cash in hand, stand to witness demise
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| Time’s come, killer wants audience advice
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| Don’t know, which body part should go?
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| First, spin the wheel, vertigo
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| It’s an art you partake in and just know
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| You all paid to watch, let’s start the show
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| Come out, sit your ass down
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| Don’t blink, don’t make a sound
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| Just look, it’s okay to cry
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| You live your best life when you watch them die |