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I woke up in the mud, naked with a grin on my teeth |
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With the chainsaw engine running still in my hands |
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The continual burning, a desire to kill a few more |
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Bloody mary morning caffein rush |
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I'm still on the loose |
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Got a price on my head |
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But can you fuckin' touch me? |
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Invisible psycho onto the stars |
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I am the supreme butcher |
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Hunting you down in the dark |
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It's getting close to midnight, the venue is screaming my name |
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Playtime foreplay action, I begin to fantasize |
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Afterparty sugar overdose, loving the bitches flesh |
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Death came fast tonight, let's do it again |
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Yeah, I'm still on the loose |
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Got a price on my head |
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But can you fuckin' touch me? |
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Invisible psycho onto the stars |
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I am the supreme butcher |
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Hunting you down in the dark |
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Kill her! |
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Kill her! |
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Kill her! |
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Kill!!! |
