[Violent J:]
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I'm shakin' so fast that you could say I'm vibratin'
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There's a sickness in my head a hunger escalatin'
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There's no other ending to this shit so why the fuck I'm waitin'
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Hop into the darkness for my homicidal break-in
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I thought it out for many weeks I even told a reverend
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But he ain't even listenin' 'cause I'm over eleven
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I told my girlfriend and she just said it was cute
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Then asked me how she looked in her fuck me boots and took off
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[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
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Sweatin' and my chest is burnin' like I'm on fire
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So much pressure in my head I could blow air in through a car tire
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I'm about to burst pop shatter explode
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And everybody's pokin'sticks at me like they wanna splat me
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[Violent J:]
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No one sees me when I creep I stay behind shit
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Check for open windows I scale across and climb shit
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Get inside and choke an old lady in her Craftmatic
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And like fresh oxygen to an asthmatic I get a thrill
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[Chorus:]
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Every time that a door gets closed. The thrill
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Every time that the reaper shows. The thrill
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Every time that the red blood flows. The thrill
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I gets my proper dose
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Every time, (every time) every time (the thrill)
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Every time, (every time) every time (the thrill)
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Every time that the red blood flows. The thrill
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[Shaggy 2 Dope:
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I told the doctor that I losin' all my will to resist
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But he was busy eye-fuckin' his receptionist
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He wrote me some scripts for time off and placebos
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Then set a killa free out his doors
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At home in the tunnels underneath the train station
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The urge suddenly attacks like an invasion
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There's no reasonin' with it and it ain't over 'til it's done
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But once I finally do it it's a lot of fuckin' fun
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[Violent J:]
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I try to tell my therapist and counselor aswell
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But they just say Uh huh until the time limit bell
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I told a couple homies and they urged me on to it
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If I ever had a fuckin' chance of fightin' this I blew it
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[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
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I was meant for it opened up a door and jumped in
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It was all over 'bout as quick as it began
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I started stickin' guts rippin' like I'm guttin' chicken
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Her life left her body and my happiness kicked in
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Woo!
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[Chorus]
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The thrill [x5 fading]
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[Violent J:]
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But when the high comes crashing down where will I be found
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I'll be underground (burning away)
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And when the high comes crashing down where will I be found
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I'll be underground (burning away)
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I guess all I'd say is that...
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Well why apologize I plead for no forgiveness
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I'm goin' straight to hell and I deserve their business
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Its useless don't know why I have this illness in me
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This killness in me I always knew that to hell they'd send me
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Every day was a nightmare only all very real
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But nothing compares to enjoyment of the thrill of the kill
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(You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill
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(You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill
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(You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill
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(Fuck you sick fuck) Thrill of the kill, kill, kill
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(You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill
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(You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill
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(You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill
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(Fuck you sick fuck) Thrill of the killllllyaooo
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[Chorus]
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The thrill [x5 fading]
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Thrill Of The Kill
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| ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |
