| One, two, one, two
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| One, two, one, two
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| Yo, punk-ass bitch, sit down, shut your mouth
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| I'm the cemetery killer coming right from the south
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| Bitch, I lay by the crypt, bitch, I'm so underground
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| I've been searching for the peace, now I know, can't be found
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| So I pull up with the gun with the «click-clack-pow» in your face
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| And my teeth, they're yellow from the cig smoke days
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| Bitch, I creep through the town, covered up in haze
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| And I'm up to my neck with the shit you say
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| We are caught up in our lies
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| You can't escape this time
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| They eat you from the inside (It's right)
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| I be that twisted motherfucker, see me underneath the bed
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| Bitch, I'm always undercover, I'm the loony, psychopath
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| Put the dick inside your mother, then I suffocate your dad
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| 'Cause I like the feel of violence, I'm another face of deat
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| I grab your bitch by the throat and I feed her the semen
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| Now you know you should not fuck with the demon
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| I grab your bitch by the throat and I feed her the semen
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| Blade to the neck, bitch, I don't need a reason
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| We are caught up in our lies
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| You can't escape this time
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| They eat you from the inside (It's right)
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| Put your motherfucking hands in the air if you wanna fucking die
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| Put your motherfucking hands in the air if you wanna fucking die |