[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
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I step 1, (ahh) 2, (ahh) across the creaky floor
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Spill some fuckin' blood then I'm out the back door
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Takin' little trinkets, fingernails and pieces of skin
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It's all for my rituals of cold milk mixed with gin
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Stir it together gulp it down my eyes roll back
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I'm chasin' that dragon but it's more like a hatchet attack
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I'm peekin' through windows pickin' out the next clueless one
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My fingers dig into her throat what have I done
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[Jamie Madrox:]
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I sleep on a bed of sharpened knives and toss and turn until I bleed
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I eat from the bread of chosen life a thousand ghosts alive in me
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Wickedly I'm heinous everything I do is odious
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I'm tired of the normalcy total terror's my focus
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I notice that the knife wounds are spellin out a name
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To the average mother fucker I can be a little extreme
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So I take the bloody corset and then light it for the emphasis
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Try to call me sick but I'm seein' a horror specialist
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[Chorus:]
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So you wanna murder this ya'll
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That's right
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And you wanna murder them
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That's right
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You should take a hit of this ya'll
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Why? Once they're dead they're not comin' back
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[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
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Death is imminent when you on the other end
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With ya skull bein by the wrong side of the bull pit
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Blood pours out from a splint up to my ankles in it
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All over hammer and grip and so it slips
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Discarded for the use of a rusty crowbar
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To the horror of the courier who is forever scarred
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The terror I inflict is often described as heinous
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My history about it spreads out to leave them nameless
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[Monoxide Child:]
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Now ya shell shocked from all the blood that ya saw
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Stainin' the walls and does surround you and it spreads to the halls
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It's even drippin' from the ceiling inside
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You get this feeling that the criminal's still creepin'
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That's because I'm right behind you
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Groin to gullet from your stomach to your mullet
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Split ya clean like cantaloupe and let ya neighbors know what done it
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America's most wanted for crimes against humanity
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Heinous and the evil is formin the insanity
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[Chorus:]
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So you wanna murder this ya'll
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That's right
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And you wanna murder them
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That's right
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You should take a hit of this ya'll
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Why? Once they're dead they're not comin' back
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So you wanna murder this ya'll
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That's right
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And you wanna murder them
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That's right
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Oooo ooo ooo
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Why? Once they're dead they're not comin' back
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[Violent J:]
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The shit you callin' wicked is for kids and cheerleaders
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This heinous shit right here is for demonous flesh eaters
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It's rainin' blood in my bedroom a wet and bloody red
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Snakes slither through my earholes in and out of my head
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Got dent in this back a violent panick attack
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Skitsofrantic and demonaclly I'm manic depressed
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I'll stick an axe in yo chest
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I'll kick some cracks in yo neck
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I'll beat you into chunks like you was in a plane wreck heinously
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[Chorus:]
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So you wanna murder this ya'll
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That's right
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And you wanna murder them
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That's right
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You should take a hit of this ya'll
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Why? Once they're dead they're not comin' back
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So you wanna murder this ya'll
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That's right
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And you wanna murder them
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That's right
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Oooo ooo ooo
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Why? Once they're dead they're not comin' back
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Oooo ooo ooo
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Why?
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Oooo ooo ooo
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Once they're dead they're not comin' back
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Oooo ooo ooo
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Why?
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Oooo ooo ooo
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Once they're dead they're not comin' back
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Heinous
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Dark Lotus |