| Well it’s that triple six, lunatic
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| Smokin' piff, load the clip
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| Grab the crucifix, it’s an exorcism (666!)
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| I’ve been hating life
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| $uicide
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| Who am I?
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| Noose is tied
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| Closing my eyes is my only mission
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| (Fuck yo' god—!)
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| It’s that $carecrow with no soul
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| I only ride solo
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| Please don’t take my photo, I hate all you bitches
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| I’m clinching my trigger, I’m fuckin' your bitches
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| The graveyard my trenches, trust me you don’t want it
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| I just hit 'em, and kill 'em with hell in my vision
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| That druggie, that junkie, bitch, give me your money
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| Blood on my clothes
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| Spells on my soul
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| Live in hell, but I’m cold
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| Trust me, you don’t want it when I got that motherfuckin' look in my eye
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| Got six million ways, to commit a fuckin' homicide
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| G*59 till the fuckin' day I commit $uicide
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| (Fuck it—)
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| All the way from hell
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| Climbing up, and out a well
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| Blood sells, so I cut my fuckin' neck and sold myself
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| To the prince of darkness
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| Souls I harvest
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| Bodies I reap and sow
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| Turn off the lights, and watch me glow
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| Back from the dead, had to sew my throat closed
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| Maggots and larva started to grow
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| Now I’m nothing but bones in a hole, decomposed
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| (Fuck—!)
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| Fuck what you believe in, bitch
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| I never had a reason, bitch
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| I’m comin' from the semen of a demon, now I’m leavin', bitch
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| I’m bringin' back a screaming bitch
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| And hanging from the ceiling, bitch
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| It’s seemin' like a dream and shit
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| But trust me, you ain’t freeing shit
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| You a motherfuckin' slave like me and $lick
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| Where’s your God, where’s your God
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| Oh, where’s your fuckin' God?
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| Where’s your God, where’s your God
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| Oh, where’s your fuckin' God?
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| Where’s your God, where’s your God
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| Oh, where’s your fuckin' God?
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| Where’s your God, where’s your God
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| Oh, where’s your fuckin' God? |