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One, two, one, two | One, two, one, two | Yo, punk-ass bitch, sit down, shut your mouth
One, two, one, two One, two, one, two Yo, punk-ass bitch, sit down, shut your mouth I'm the cemetery killer coming right from the south Bitch, I lay by the crypt, bitch, I'm so underground I've been searching for the peace, now I know, can't be found So I pull up with the gun with the "click-clack-pow" in your face And my teeth, they're yellow from the cig smoke days Bitch, I creep through the town, covered up in haze And I'm up to my neck with the shit you say We are caught up in our lies You can't escape this time They eat you from the inside (It's right) I be that twisted motherfucker, see me underneath the bed Bitch, I'm always undercover, I'm the loony, psychopath Put the dick inside your mother, then I suffocate your dad 'Cause I like the feel of violence, I'm another face of death I grab your bitch by the throat and I feed her the semen Now you know you should not fuck with the demon I grab your bitch by the throat and I feed her the semen Blade to the neck, bitch, I don't need a reason We are caught up in our lies You can't escape this time They eat you from the inside (It's right) Put your motherfucking hands in the air if you wanna fucking die Put your motherfucking hands in the air if you wanna fucking die
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