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Would I be better off laid in a six foot hole |
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A body rotting eyes closed with no conscious or a soul |
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Never knowing never feeling with no memories of being |
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Only ashes laid to ashes never loving never seeing |
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Just a corpse and of course there'd be no rising of the dead |
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No apocalypse of zombies and no cracking open heads |
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With no eating of the brains because |
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I couldn't stand the pain |
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Pitch black nothin zerod just a head stone and a name[Bridge] |
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I dont know where |
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I'm gon go but when |
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I get there they gon know |
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Im wicked and |
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I run the show and |
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I'm wicked and |
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I'm a juggalo |
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And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while |
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I'm screamin psychopathic |
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And I'm wicked and |
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I run the show and |
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I'm wicked and |
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I'm a juggalo |
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Would I be better off in flames and burnin for eternity |
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And should the evil that |
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I'm doin really be concernin me |
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And should |
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I bite my tongue and never seen to walk a righteous path |
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Or will I feel the devils pitchfork stickin in my righteous ass |
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Wake up to the smells off flesh slowly burnin like a pinner |
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Listen to the screams of sinners roastin like a chicken dinner |
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Everyday in hell the temperature would be a ****in scorcher |
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And everyday in hell a new experience in human torcher. |
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When I die |
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I dont know where |
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I'm gonna be but |
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I know its a one way ticket |
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And when I die idk where |
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I wanna be but |
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I know that ill stay wicked[Bridge] |
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I dont know where |
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I'm gon go but when |
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I get there they gon know |
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Im wicked and |
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I run the show and |
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I'm wicked and |
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I'm a juggalo |
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And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while |
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I'm screamin psychopathic |
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And I'm wicked and |
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I run the show and |
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I'm wicked and |
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I'm a juggalo |
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Would I be better off with streets of gold a halo angels wings |
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Floatin like a bodom cloud just chillin while a choir sings |
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And every single female big ol booty sportin double ds |
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Quick to take a dick and on command be blowin like a breeze |
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Never beein broke or feelin sick and liquor on tap |
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Pac and biggy droppin by to ask me 'where the weed at?' |
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Call it shangri la or heaven |
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I just hope they listenin |
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And even though that hell is callin pray for me they let me in |
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I dont know where |
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I'm gon go but when |
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I get there they gon know |
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Im wicked and |
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I run the show and |
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I'm wicked and |
|
I'm a juggalo |
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And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while |
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I'm screamin psychopathic |
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And I'm wicked and |
|
I run the show and |
|
I'm wicked and |
|
I'm a juggalo |
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And when I die idk where |
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I wanna be but |
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I know that ill stay wicked |
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I dont know where |
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I'm gon go but when |
|
I get there they gon know |
|
Im wicked and |
|
I run the show and |
|
I'm wicked and |
|
I'm a juggalo |
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And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while |
|
I'm screamin psychopathic |
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And I'm wicked and |
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I run the show and |
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I'm wicked and |
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I'm a juggalo |
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I'm wicked |
