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Predator

I can hear some spirit voices
Begging,
Let me rest in one piece
Screaming,
Let me rest in one place

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I pray to prey
Of course, am a predator
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Oh Pls! Police inspector.. �
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Posing for a bystander �
Simply a pretender �
Who is my next target? �
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I pray to prey �
Of course I am a predator �
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Next on my agenda �
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Not minding you screaming from the pain of labour �
Collect your remains from the Sept of Baelor �
Skin and sew you though am not a tailor �
Not like my knees to my elbows �
At night.. �
Graduate to my pillow �

As we go!
My alibi placed me in Oswego!..
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Trying everything they got to do to prevent her
These skills I got inside my mother's womb at the first trimester �
For my own good just not too clever
There's nothing you can do or say to make me feel any better.. �
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In bed, I just ask what's her mileage? �
In return with fear she's asking what is my aim? �

So you see police inspector �
No scapegoats here, put some of these blames on my ancestors.. Oh! �
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A body laying lifeless
Head and torso one side
About to dismember her legs
A crime scene they call such place
As such is her fate
Live and remember this date
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Posing for a bystander �
Simply a pretender �
Who is my next target? �
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I pray to prey �
Of course �I am a predator �
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