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Follow down into my lair |
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rotten smell, they smoke their weed there |
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her heady weed hits the air |
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i awake, from my coffin I stare |
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shaking hands, their bowl has fallen |
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to me this night, the pot has callen |
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I awake from death to toke it |
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hand from the fround, now I claim and smoke it |
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Smoke it |
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give to me, I wait and lie |
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graveyard slaughter, must get high |
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must get you dead |
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skull i split and scalp i peel |
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blazed as shit, can this be real |
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stoned as shit now |
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flesh i crave |
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for my munchies its your brain i save |
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my coffin waits, i throw you in |
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decomposing, still my session will begin |
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you scream at me, i rip your throat |
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sprinkle PCP and smoke on that boat |
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soon it hits my brain, deep within |
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for rigor mortis stiffness, it does the trick |
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it does the trick |
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loosened up now, i tear you to shreds |
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staring at you madly through these eyes that are red |
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red |
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loosened up now, i tear you to shreds |
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staring at you madly through these eyes that are red |
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stoned as shit now |
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flesh i crave |
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for my munchies its your brain i save |
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blazed as shit, can this be real |
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skull i split and scalp i peel |
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staring through my eyes that are red |