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I wake up so hatefull this afternoon,
The bad influences of the full moon.
Can't stop thinking of a dead bitch,
Maybe I gonna push on my killwish

I sharp the blade of my hunting knife,
The one I like to use to take your life.
Then I check and load my favorite gun,
Tomorrow somebody won't see the sun.

Because my blade loves your skin,
As my gun loves your blood.
The smell of the coffin' wood
Floats on the highway to sin.

I want you dead.
Blood must be shared.

Kill, I wanna kill.
I kill!

Kill, I wanna kill.
I kill!

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