Yeah, yo, there's a dozen ways to die, six million ways to do it
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Let's go through it, my mind flow like fluid
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Torture, chopped your legs up, thrown off the boat
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Guillotine, nigga, one chop to the throat
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Suffocation, saran wrapping your face
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Buried alive, throw a few nails in the case
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Manslaughter, eight degrees of separation
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Leave your body chopped up in a piece, that's mutilation
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Torture, he's gruely peaking at the meeting
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Suspicions of him being a rat? Even worse than cheating
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I'm cold reeking of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists
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Brass knuckles, steel toe kicks
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Cracked ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathing
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He's gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can't catch
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He clinches the shirt on his chest
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In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was killed
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First things first, I chop your head to your fingertips
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Butcher knife your torso, chop up your ligaments
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Make sure it's legitimate, conceal all my fingerprints
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Chop, chop your body up quick then get rid of it
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A hole in the desert, body bag, just polluted it
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Your miss was a snitch, too? Shotgun killed the bitch
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Leave her in the wilderness, suffocated and scarred up
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Your brother want more, too, blow his fucking car up
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Another homicide city, murder mystery efficiently
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Delete your fucking history, broke bones, missing teeth
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Throw bones, it's slippery, brings on the triple beam
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All topped and chopped up, my luck is a Mr. Clean
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Clorox and vicious steam sterilized the whole scene
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Photograph your death so I can spread it to your whole team
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Won't leave a trace of evidence for the case
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It's sinister to finish it, hit with the man with no face
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Murder Spree
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Andrew Kelley |