| Journey with me into the mind of a maniac
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| Doomed to be a killer since I came out the nutsac
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| I’m in a murderous mind state with a heart full of terror
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| I see the devil in the mirror, buck, buck, lights out
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| 'Cause when I grab my sawed off, niggaz get hauled off
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| Barrel one touches your motherfuckin' flesh
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| Barrel two shoots your fuckin' heart out your chest
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| You see I’m quick to let the hammer go, click
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| On my Tec-nine, so if you try to wreck mine, fool, it’s your bad time
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| Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
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| Infra-red aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Conner
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| Decapitation, I ain’t hesitatin'
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| To put you in the funderal home with a bullet in your dome
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| I’m hot like lava, you got a problem?
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| I got a problem solver and his name is revolver
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| It’s like a deadly game of freeze tag
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| I touch you with a forty-four Mag
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| And you’re frozen inside a body bag
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| Nobody iller than this graveyard filler, cap peeler
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| 'Cause Im a natural born killa
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| Terror illustrates my era
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| Now I can’t hang around my Momma 'cause I scare her
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| I wanna blast, motherfucker
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| It feels like Im bustin' a nut when I open you up
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| 'Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
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| All weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
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| 'Cause I’m givin' dirt naps
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| Comin' with them, bomb ass raps
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| To make your lungs collapse, perhaps
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| You never sleep 'cause everytime you doze
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| You catch blows to the motherfuckin' nose
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| Ain’t seen the sun in sixty-six days
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| Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze
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| I never ever, ever made a ho stay
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| But I’m down with Dre like AC is down with OJ
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| So fuck how you’re livin'
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| I’m the unforgivin', psycho drivin' murderer
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| It’s authentic, don’t panic
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| I can’t stand it, goddamn it, schizophrenic
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| So fuck Charlie Manson
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| I’ll snatch him out of his truck
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| Hit 'em with a brick and I’m dancin'
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| Mass murderer, natural born killla
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| And I don’t wanna die
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| I don’t wanna die
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| I don’t wanna
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| I don’t wanna die
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| I don’t understand the logic in my dreams
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| But I understand, I like the sounds of sirens
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| Terrified screams from the streams of Strychnine
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| Dumpin' on any motherfucker tryin' to trick mine
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| 'Cause punk motherfuckers wanna violate
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| Now they stiff and cold and they pupils won’t dialate
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| It’s so much pain, migraine, headache
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| I can hear his bones break
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| He steps in the single door
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| Got his ass whipped with twenty lashes
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| Like that dude up in Singapore
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| So I’ma pull a fuckin' Jeffrey Dahmer
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| Now I’m suicidal, just like Nirvana
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| Tic, toc, toc, tic, toc, tic
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| Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
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| Keepin' niggaz in order, makin' their life shorter
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| Ready to slaughter
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| 'Cause to me a life ain’t worth a quarter or a dime
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| Mushroom’s got my mind
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| Hallucinatin' ain’t no debatin', I’m creatin'
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| An escape route to be out without a doubt
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| Scot free, so don’t even
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| Think about tryin' to stop me 'cause I cant wait
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| I’m out the gate, on for the realla
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| A thrilla for a natural born killa
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| Gi gi gi gi, ga, ga, they call me Dada
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| Six million ways to murder, choose one
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| Lose one soul, bodies turn cold
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| Natural fright from niggaz goin' bump in the night
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| Should I peely?
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| Should I kill her in my iller?
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| Then a natural born killa
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| Should I peely?
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| Should I kill her in my iller?
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| Then a natural born killa
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| Should I peely?
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| Should I kill her in my iller?
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| Then a natural born killa
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| Should I peely?
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| Should I kill her in my iller?
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| Then a natural born killa |