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My knife in your guts, it's all come to this |
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My knife in your, you crumple and twist |
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You're grabbing my arm, you try to resist |
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I do it again, it's all come to this |
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I hate you, I hate your face, it's coming apart, I'm going someplace |
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My life in your guts, my knife will fuck sluts |
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My soul I will kill, your hole I will drill |
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My knife in your guts, you swallow my fist |
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My knife in your guts, it's all come to this |
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I am the insistor, you are the resistor, knife is good |
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I'm gonna get you, right in the tit |
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When love turns to hate, and hate turns to hit |
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Well that's what you get, when love turns to shit |
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I do it again, and again, and again |
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I hate you, I hate your face |
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And now you're reeling beneath a hail of blows |
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And I'm kicking your head down the street |
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My knife if your guts, you like it like this |
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I hold you down, no will to resist |
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I cut you up, put you in the ground |
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Just to make sure that you are never found |
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I am the insistor, you are the resistor |
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That feels good |
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And that you think it's dead |
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You said that something was wrong with my head |
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But now I think it near, the thing you said that it was dead |
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Knife is good |
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You use the knife to remove disease |
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You use the knife to do as you please |
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You use the knife to do what you do |
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You use the knife before the knife is used on you |