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Sick as fuck
A moment of silence please, as I take your life
Stop your fucking gurgling and taste my knife
You thought you were bad, ha look at you now
Ladies and gentlemen, don’t be rude, please take a bow
Watch thoroughly now, as a rip you apart
This will honestly be a true work of art
Ill coat this concrete with paint of red hate
Fucking sorry now? Oops too late
I warned you this would happen but you kept fucking poking
I told you id kill you, what you thought I was joking?
You pushed me off the edge into the other side of sanity
So I stab you with my syringe of hate and inject you with calamity
Cant you see this is your fucking demise
If they could see me now, id win the Nobel prize
See they don’t know what you’ve done, but I do you fuck
With every one you hurt, you kept draining your luck
Where you looking for a little boy, or another girl to drill?
Maybe an easy rape for a 5 minute thrill
I tracked you mother fucker and caught you on your prowl
Ugh, the stench of your mind is ever so fowl
As my blade finds your throat, but one last time
Your moment of silence has passed, your life is mine
Stop your fucking gurgling and taste my knife
You thought you were bad, ha look at you now
Ladies and gentlemen, don’t be rude, please take a bow
Watch thoroughly now, as a rip you apart
This will honestly be a true work of art
Ill coat this concrete with paint of red hate
Fucking sorry now? Oops too late
I warned you this would happen but you kept fucking poking
I told you id kill you, what you thought I was joking?
You pushed me off the edge into the other side of sanity
So I stab you with my syringe of hate and inject you with calamity
Cant you see this is your fucking demise
If they could see me now, id win the Nobel prize
See they don’t know what you’ve done, but I do you fuck
With every one you hurt, you kept draining your luck
Where you looking for a little boy, or another girl to drill?
Maybe an easy rape for a 5 minute thrill
I tracked you mother fucker and caught you on your prowl
Ugh, the stench of your mind is ever so fowl
As my blade finds your throat, but one last time
Your moment of silence has passed, your life is mine
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