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DIIIIIEGiving my soul to hell, |
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And tell Heaven |
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I did my best. |
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One love to family |
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To Juggalos |
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And **** tha rest |
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I'm tired of all these snakes and demons leaches on the vein, |
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I've bled enough and now these bitches bout to feel tha pain. |
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You know you name the haters been and with a point of view, |
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Pussy mother ****ers talkin shit but never had a clue. |
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Come with your attitude cocksucka **** yo life. |
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I tie you to a chair and make you watch me **** your wife. |
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I'm just trying to catch you slippin like a bar of soap, |
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I catch you while you sleepin fast |
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And then I slit your throat. |
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I watch you bleed and gargle choking for your last breath, |
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Then close the wound apply some pressure to delay ya death. |
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See what it means your whole existance don't mean shit to me, |
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It ain't nothing but time to kill to make you history. |
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And all you had to do was to keep your ****ing trap closed. |
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But now you got your hands folded, |
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Clutched onto a single rose.[Backup singers:] |
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I'll take your life |
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Right here tonight |
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You want to try, |
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DIE![Chorus: Boondox] |
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Just close your eyes, |
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Say your last good-byes. |
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Get down on your knees, |
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Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace.[Jamie Madrox:] |
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OK Jamie not a hater, |
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If I was it ain't no killin me. |
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I live forever |
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Never dieSurviving off the infamy |
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Miss me with that everbody wants me dead same ol' |
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And switch my hatchet to a target hanging off my cable. |
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If you critisize my fashion you faggot like |
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Tim Gunn,I'm a |
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Juggalo scrub, |
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It's that since day one. |
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So kill the hater, |
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Replicator, |
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Dissin with a foul tounge. |
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Take my magic marker and blacken his ****in left lung, |
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With my box-cutter |
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I'm a cut his eyes wide |
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And with broken pieces of mirror replacin both his eyes. |
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Got a demon inside that's been along for the ride, |
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Since the release of my first |
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LP back in 95. |
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Ever since that day |
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I've been embracin the hate |
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And basically not givin a **** |
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Wut none of ya'll say. |
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So **** ya'll bitches |
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Black flowers up on your casket |
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You get what you deserve |
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Burn in hell hatein bastards[Backup singers:] |
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I'll take your life |
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Right here tonight |
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You want to try, |
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DIE![Chorus: Boondox] |
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Just close your eyes, |
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Say your last good-byes. |
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Get down on your knees, |
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Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace.[Boondox:] |
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I see the shit ya pullin |
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Lookin like a trailer hitch, |
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Come to your hood with goons |
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And snatch you out your trailer bitch. |
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Put on your knees and close your eyes |
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Wait for the execution. |
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Some call this first degree |
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But I call it my retribution. |
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Ya had your chance to keep the sun |
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And now your in the rain, |
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I be the Skarcrow but you the one who missin brains. |
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I put the barrel to the bone |
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And now your so ****ed |
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Two times eleven to yadome now ya outta luck. |
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So many times |
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I spit just dwellin thinking of the day |
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Up to the point |
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I sit for hours thinkin of away |
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To make you suffer |
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Make ya blood spill like the wine. |
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Six feet up underneath the ground |
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Have ya smellin tha pine. |
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Thats how we do punk bitch with a ___ mouth |
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Lost in the woods till you discovered by a boy scout |
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Stupid mother ****er what was you thinking |
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Now ya body in the bushes |
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Like this rottin of the stinkin[DIE CHANT w/][Backup singers:] |
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I'll take your life |
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Right here tonight |
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You want to try, |
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DIE![Chorus: Boondox] |
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Just close your eyes, |
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Say your last good-byes. |
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Get down on your knees, |
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Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace. |
