Watch the gore spread more and more, till the blood runs red down ya left leg
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Murder everybody thats my asset,
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
Racism, sexuality, religion and murder
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Murder his family
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
We thinkin you got em and going murder
They say your name for attention
And murder leaves no retribution
Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor
If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,
If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things
It would murder the electronics
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