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Good mourning |
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Hey, I don't feel so good |
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Something's not right |
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Something's coming over me |
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What the fuck is this? |
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Killer, intruder, homicidal man |
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If you see me coming, run as fast as you can |
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A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street |
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I hack up my victims like pieces of meat |
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Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend |
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Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds |
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My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel |
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I grin while you write with the pain that I deal |
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Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads |
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Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead |
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I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent |
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Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head, yeah |
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Their bodies convulse, in agony and pain |
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I mangle their faces, till no features remain |
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A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds |
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First take out the organs, then cut off the head |
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The remains of flesh now sop under my feet |
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One more bloody massacre, the murders' complete |
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I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend |
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And, blood baths are my way of getting clean |
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I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill |
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I have no remorse for the blood that I spill |
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A merciless butcher who lives underground |
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I'm out to destroy you and I will cut you down, cut you down |
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I see you and I'm waiting for Black Friday |
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Killer, intruder, homicidal man |
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If you see me coming, run as fast as you can |
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A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street |
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I hack up my victims like pieces of meat |
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Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend |
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Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds |
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A merciless butcher who lives underground |
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I'm out to destroy you and I will cut you down |
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It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall |
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It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall |
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It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall |
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