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I'll thrill you; |
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I'll kill you; cut your heart out |
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Then I'll dismember your body parts |
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I'll break in your house late at night |
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My smiling face is your final sight |
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I'll cut your throat with a razor blade |
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And leave you in a shallow grave |
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I'll pound your face against the fuckin' street |
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You'll love my work; |
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It'll be complete |
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I'll strip you and rip you; your death is my game |
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I love my work and |
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I have no shame |
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I'll pick you up when you're hitchhiking |
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Then you'll never be seen again |
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I'll cave in your head, |
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Your face |
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I'll distort |
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Then you'll end up as a "missing" report |
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I'll smash your skull with a two-by-four |
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Till your brains are on the floor |