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    "Maybe I should have killed four-five hundred
    People, then I would've felt better. Then
    I would've felt like I really offered society
    Something. You know, if I wanted to kill
    Somebody, I'd take this book and beat
    You to death with it, and I wouldn't feel
    A thing. It'd be just like walking to the drug store."

    I crack your fucking skull and use it as a bowl for cereal
    I'm so serial, ted bundy give me money
    Son of sam, gun in hand, jeffrey dahmer with two llamas
    In a tinted astro van looking for a whatch'macallit
    Too much pride, to beg your pardon, so it's
    Slaughter when I'm on ya
    Ginsu soldier, let me see your guts and glory

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    We shall possess your soul and make you
    Off your mother like menendez brothers
    I am wicked like no other, fuck you want
    Zodiac killer, libras in the trunk
    Smelling like a dozen skunks
    Cement their toes before I dunk them in the hudson

    Shatter jaws and break their teeth so
    Forensics can't see nothin'
    Laugh as I flee the scene, and make it 500 feet
    Police pull over to me
    Asked if that blood on my shirt
    Said nah, it's a pizza stain
    He laughed, gave me a ticket
    Said nigga, don't speed again
    But he wasn't black so you know I had to
    Aim and bang, bang, bang

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