help me!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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C'mon a journey with me into the land of the dead
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Through the voices and mangled bodies and severed heads
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Children all there pray together, seeking out the light
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After death will there be suffocating, self inflicted torture, severe pain
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Why does everybody think that when you die you go to Heaven
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When you die you go to Hell or when you die your system fails
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I'm living proof the dead can walk the Juggalo to party store
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Body mutilated, lined in chalk, cuz I sit before I talk
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Nevermind the consequences, 11 years I had no fences
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Here we go with no remorse, fans come with deadly force
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After, check the course, we the dead, we roam the earth
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the wasteland, now we burnt, I told ya bitch I can't be hurt
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So what, you're comin in my direction, frontin' there is no protection
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Say it's not makin sense, is it? And you know you fall a victim
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Guaranteed the same - eternity without end
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Children roam this place forever - Children of the wasteland
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help me!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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Hallowicked, October 31st, is back again
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With all the special freaks roaming, you're forgiven for your sins
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All the dead are resurrected, juggalos equally protected
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Follow the path of the lotus just to see where your life is headed
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Still watch out for all the children, rising up from wasted land
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Come one, come all, we all together with a hatchet in our hand
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Never understood the difference between life or death
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Cuz when we livin', we trippin, but when we gone, we at rest
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Woken up from the dead because I'm always in a panic
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Runnin' through the neighborhood steady yellin' Psychopathic
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Uncontrollable state of mind, look in my eyes and you will find
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That the world's goin crazy cuz the underground's alive
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help me!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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Every year at Hallowicked, dead walk amongst us
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Children, tortured souls only get to feel reflect upon the livin'
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Every year I start the urgin, no reason to have to burn the blood
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Til the Lotus made the save and brought me back up out my grave
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Now your homey walk forever, lookin for a head to sever
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Cuz our hatred never ends, even when I do you in
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So you throw your home away, sacrifice and scratch your wife
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Demons from the elder's grave, when you blink, you see your fate
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Target chosen pull the trigger, in ya chest the bullets enter
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Out ya back, lungs explode and your brutal body falls
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Now the's time out yo pockets, takin cash and goin for watches
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No time to argue, you might be rich, but where you headed, you ain't shit
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Once inside the gates you'll see all the pain and suffering
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Caused by you upon the earth, only six feet deep is yours
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All the killings and the crimes comin; back a thousand times
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You gon pay for all your crimes
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Ain't no preachin til it's over
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help me!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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in the casket, buried six feet deep
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help me!!
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Children Of The Wasteland (featuring Anybody Killa)
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |