| Bloody murder, a violent scene of death
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| A bullet in the back of the head
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| Lethal shot, point-blank combat
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| Another life comes to an end
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| Executed, a hole between the eyes
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| Stare into the barrel of a gun
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| Bone implodes, blood pours out
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| One squeeze and the deed is done
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| Bust a cap, another drops dead
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| Seven minutes and I’ll kill again
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| Pieces of lead, ripping through your head
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| This is a violent scene of death
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| Rampage of murders go on
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| And it won’t stop until I get caught
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| Got to run, killing time
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| And bitch: you are the next in line
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| Forcing you to kneel before I lay my vengeance
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| Squeezing the trigger and blow your brains on the walls of violent
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| A red gush smears my face
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| Did you think that you were safe?
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| One shot inflicts a wound
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| A hard impact, the bullet rides through
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| No one knows why they were butchered
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| Terminated and left for dead
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| Only dead bodies left
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| In a violent scene of death
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| Instant death, your body falls
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| The bullet rushes through the cranial bone
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| Collapsing down, (you) drop to the ground
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| Left unburied for them to be found
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| All it took was a single squeeze
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| It’s like the trigger is a part of me
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| Only dead bodies left
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| In a violent sense of Heath |