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Hey, I don't feel so good. |
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Something's not right, |
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Something's coming over me |
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What the fuck is this? |
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Killer, intruder, homicidal man. |
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If you see me coming, run as fast as you can. |
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A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street. |
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I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. |
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Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend, |
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Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds. |
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My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel. |
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I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal. |
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Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads, |
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Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead. |
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I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent. |
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Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. Yeah! |
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Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain. |
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I mangle their faces, till no features remain. |
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A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds. |
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First take out the organs, then cut off the head. |
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The remains of flesh now sop under my feet. |
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One more bloody massacre, the murders' complete. |
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I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend. |
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And, blood baths are my way of getting clean. |
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I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill. |
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I have no remorse for the blood that I spill |
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A merciless butcher who lives underground. |
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I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down. |
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I see you, and, I'm waiting, for Black Friday. |
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Killer, intruder, homicidal man. |
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If you see me coming, run as fast as you can. |
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A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street. |
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I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. |
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I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill. |
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I have no remorse for the blood that I spill |
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A merciless butcher who lives underground. |
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I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down. |
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It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall. |
