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Raped, pillaged, and gutted |
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I could only imagine the fear in your mind |
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As my hands grab your throat from behind |
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No doubt |
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For this bitch |
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I'll use the pressure point choke out |
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Because when it comes to sluts |
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It's a good chance your gonna see my glock, before you see my cock |
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Dark room awakening, strapped to the table |
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The lights illuminate my instruments |
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My pickaxe, snubnose, the sawnoff, the meatcleaver, the chainsaw |
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You see what the fuck im workin' with? |
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This isn't a dream bitch, to me, your nothing but a hole |
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So when i look you in the eyes, the only words I say is |
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I'm in full control |
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Horror when you see my face |
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You've seen the blotters in the newspapers, you know I'm famous |
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So bitch I'm gonna start this shit with a pickaxe to your anus |
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Blood pours; fountains from this whore |
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I look at my prick, and I know I'm craving more |
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I grasp my cleaver, my tool of dismemberment |
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hacking at your limbs, slipping in the blood on my floor |
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Jamming your severed arm into your rancid vaginal pore |
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I spew at the sight of the slashed and gaped asshole |
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Hyper-extented vaginal cavity fuels my urge to disembowel. |
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Removal of your mangled innards, forceful extraction from your busted anus. |
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Now that I'm done with this brutalized cunt, |
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As I walk away, I spark up a freshly rolled blunt. |
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I left her there to die slow, |
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This is how I show zero respect for this busted ass hoe |
