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psycho

Опубликовано: 2007-05-18 13:59:10
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I wish I died the day I was born or even before
The way I come thru ain't cool, it's the path of gore
I'm tired of bein pounded every time I take a breath
Tired of bein hunted when I walk my dog or take a shit
I ain't no living person, I'm just a phantom and a simulation
Just random piles of atoms, fuckin mind imagination

I'm passin by the halls of Satan's den
I'm prayin by spittin ave satan , and then
I take a bow, cuz my show is over
I vanish bein erased as a damn folder

My head's spinnin like casino roulette
I'm red of blood, cuz got shot wit gun bullet
All I need is y'all cannot grab, so that
I get mad and turn into a s.w.a.t soldier
I swap guns in order to commit ten murders
And all of this shit is because I hate mondays

I'm passin by the halls of Satan's den
I'm prayin by spittin ave satan , and then
I take a bow, cuz my show is over
I vanish bein erased as a damn folder

I'm a wizard who can turn ya into piece of shit
I'm a lizard that y'all shouln't get met with
It ain't no fables, cuz I come from the dark hole
I was born as a psycho 'n' I'ma get rid off y'all
The next step forward and I can smell you bitches
The next time you beef me remind what my fist is

I'm passin by the halls of Satan's den
I'm prayin by spittin ave satan , and then
I take a bow, cuz my show is over
I vanish bein erased as a damn fold

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