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Death

Bitches are bitches, counting their loss
Snitches can snitch, but better not tell on the boss
Needing a high, tired of snorting cane
Stood right on the tracks in front of this train

When your high isn't high and nothings working
Look out motherfucker because I am lurking
But shut your mouth when I step out
Invading your heart and mind, coming out of your mouth

You're begging for help but no one's listening
There's a razor right there and the edge is glistening
Let's run the tub full of water, let's grab a bottle of wine
Yes take all those pill, shit you're doing just fine

Double lock all doors, with a chair under the knobs
This is just for security, we don't want Me getting robbed
People as we already know are so judgemental
The fact that you were just hurt is just coincidental

This is cruel and really shouldn't be
If I had my way everyone would be going with me
But for now it's just you and me hanging out
Placing a few more pills and some wine into your mouth

Lay back Baby and watch as the bath goes from pink to red
Thinking that you're dying is all in your head
Slide forward Baby let's share this bath
Lay your head upon my chest as I claim your ass

Yes my name is Death, don't be surprised by the name
There's a hooded guy about, shit we're one and the same
We can make love any way you choose, with both pleasure and pain
Just realize that fucking with me, is the end of your reign
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