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This bitch Rochelle fucked on her boyfriend in her boyfriends bed |
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And Crazy Carlos smacked his baby mama off in the head |
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And Jonathan beat his son like his daddy beat him |
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But swore he'd never do nobody like his daddy did him |
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And then Sandra used her pussyhole to get to the top |
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And Baby D, he shot somebody, it went bad from the drop |
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And then Diane worked at a hospital, took care of old souls |
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She was abusive, her afterlife sees no gold roads |
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And Mr. Richards was a richie fella, born with every penny |
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Everyone around him hungry but he never gave em' any |
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And then Steven was a businessman, an educated citizen |
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At the top, pornography of children in his laptop |
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Take your spot and hang on cuz it's crowded in hell |
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You're in the belly of the beast now, it was Heaven in jail |
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And don't try to make no friends cuz don't nobody got no tongues |
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If the witch looks your way, somehow it crushes your lungs |
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Playa playa was a boss man, callin' out shots |
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Until he caught one, now everything stops, the floor drops |
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As he's screamin' and fallin', we see how pointless was the ballin' |
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When eternity is callin', agony will be appallin' |
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Don't cry for the dead cuz they cry for you |
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Because we laugh about an aftermath but they know how true |
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And listen, ain't no fuckin' body gettin' it worse than you and me |
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And ain't nobody gettin' it worse than you and me and we will see |
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A pterodactyl swoop thru the caverns of hell |
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And carry 2 unfortunates off to the Ogre's cell |
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It ain't no guards playin' cards, ain't no uniforms needed |
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You the only one around butt-naked, bloody and bleedin' |
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With 7 demons in your ear got you believin' your heathen |
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Talk you into pulling out your own intestines to get even |
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You were born with the shine but you lost it down the line |
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You fucked life up and you can't rewind! |
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Fuck what you're tellin' me! |
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We burning up! |
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The witch keeps sellin' me! |
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We burning up! |
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Sins, we earn em' up! |
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They keep turning up! |
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And we turn corrupt! |
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Until we burning lovely! |
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Judge Shaw was a judge, snake holes are his eyes |
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There go anohter judge, another judge, somebody despise |
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And there go so many judges, the judges in hell |
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So many fuckin' judges in hell, they bludgeon em' well |
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Fat Pat like his daddy was a bigot pullin' duty |
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He can tell it to them gargoyles fuckin' on his booty |
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And Shawna liked money but mistook it for love |
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Now when the witch's wings spread, she give him head and look above |
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Black Sundays, Armageddon, maggots and rape |
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Hell's Pit got some fire for you faggots with hate |
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Eddie Burrow hit his wife and put a tooth in his knuckle |
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Later on he lost his life in a scuffle, now he in trouble |
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You was a rebel, you nobody no mo' |
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To the devil on the double you go |
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Ain't no level to the trouble you know |
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And eternity goes |
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And eternity goes |
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Fuck what you're tellin' me! |
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We burning up! |
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The witch keeps sellin' me! |
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We burning up! |
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Sins, we earn em' up! |
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They keep turning up! |
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And we turn corrupt! |
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Until we burning lovely! |
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Fuck what you're tellin' me! |
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We burning up! |
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The witch keeps sellin' me! |
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We burning up! |
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Sins, we earn em' up! |
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They keep turning up! |
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And we turn corrupt! |
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Until we burning lovely! |
