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And when I am done you will breath no more |
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Left to rot away in my corpse dumpster |
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You had the misfortune to cross my ways |
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This is now the end of your days |
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Your only purpose has now been served |
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As your intestines are brutally torn loose |
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And when I am done you will breath no more |
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Left to rot away in my corpse dumpster |
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My way of life is to bring on horrid dead |
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I reek of sickness and fetid breath |
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You will never know how I became this beast |
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You will only know my trade of severing meat |
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Fornicating the remains of your flesh |
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The maggots fester - as I dig into the wet |
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And when all is just a pile of rotting sick |
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You will be bagged and thrown away |
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Fornicating the remains of your flesh |
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The maggots fester - as I dig into the wet |
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And when I am done you will breath no more |
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Left to rot away in my corpse dumpster |
