I,
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I am coming,
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I am coming to California to kill you I,
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I am coming,
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I am coming to rape and murder your family you,
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You can try and run,
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But there's nowhere left to hide.
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I will follow the sun as it sets in the west
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It will lead me right to you.
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3000 miles and in L.A.
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I can't wait to see the look on your face
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As I put my gun up to your temple,
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Pull the trigger that sends you back to hell.
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You butchered my art and only to save a dollar,
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Are you ready to die my friend?
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Are you ready to confront the end?
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Like Helter Skelter
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And son of Sam.
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By the days end you'll know who I am.
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I spill your blood on the Hollywood Boulevard.
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I won't rest until your headless.
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You should have known
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I would leave you helpless and alone.
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You were born to be a dead celebrity.
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Headless
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| Dog Fashion Disco |
