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I'm coming with the gas, traps, and trash that dig a hole in your back My mind is snapped, living's wack, I need more victim stat Just to make it perfect, I can make your family disappear With trash bags, the mental status happens when I'm near It's a tent of legions, I can drink a marrow necker Spitting quives in your eyes, I have a bone-made scepter Lots of fools, bitter religion, why the dripping jewel? It's just another reason I always lose my cool Inconsiderate, inner, little lying piece of shit I'll make sure my teeth make your skin and guts rip I'm rarer than asbestos, well, leave your brain at rest to tell I decide the turpentine is merged with your spine Cleaning the sides and keeping women quiet in my basement The families think they're all on vacation It's a fact wherever I'm traveling to, people don't know what to do Most of the victims don't even have a single clue A victim, that's you, I'm good at mind-splitting Laws of hell and my notebook, and they're nihilistically written A witch, walking and talking to springer, frontal lobe bitten And logical minds confused when their skull has a divot
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