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    Yeah, yo, why you acting like you more trouble than Tony Starks and You need to just 'walk away' like Kelly Clarkson I know, we was fiend to sleep around town But I figured you said that, that's how I get down --->sExOrcIst10<---

    Age 97, Male

    being a Psycho

    pre-school

    THE BACK OF MCDONALDS

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    [Verse 1:]
    Creepy crawling, in ya crib, we're comin'to kill
    Catch you while ya sleep, wake up to a gun in ya grill
    Doing Satan's business, tie you up, hang you
    22cal. bang bang you - Mephisto with a pistol
    On methedrine crystal, give me all the money
    To me you're less than shit stool - Juxed 51 times
    Women screaming, blood everywhere bound and
    Gagged in fear you star, beg for ya life
    Break the gun handle on ya skull, take a jagged knife
    Then like an animal indulge in non-stop stabbing trife -
    Puncture pregnant bitch, rupture arteries
    My horrific cult of vultures - Butchering, no remorse
    Bludgeoning, slit ya throat, gushing like a flushed toilet
    Now ya hunched - My infamous psycho posse
    Tagging pig up on the door in blood
    You can't stop me from...

    [Chorus:]
    Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing
    And stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and
    Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing
    And stabbing and stab you to death! - (Until you die)
    - (My cult keeps) - (Viciously)

    [Verse 2:]
    Face down on the bed, pillow case over ya head
    Lamp cord choked, leave everyone in the place
    Dead - Knife to ya chest, ya colon flexes slashing
    The word war in your solar plexus - We're piranhas
    Get you prepped for embalmers - ya pleading, bleeding
    Profusely in your pajamas - Attacking my prey like a
    Starving hawk - Jux ya buttocks with an ox and a
    Carving fork - Senselesscrime, no motive, sacred deed -
    Shock the world, make'em stand up and take heed -
    Needle tracks on my arm, influenced by Beatles tracks
    Doing your featl sac harm - Patty, do something witchy later -
    Helter Skelter in blood on the refrigerator - Exit, me and my
    Vicious accomplices hitch-hike back to the ranch, mission accomplished