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| − | This is the book of Roman. These are songs form the band '''Funk Kill Blasphemy'''. They sound vocally like Gorefest/Bolt Thrower mixed with Death(Band) but with a heavy janky modern Havok/Exodus/Danzig groove instrumentally. There lyrics also touch base to a modern fan base by containing elements of hip hop. But their trashiest songs became their iron lung. Kobain is 18-20 at this time his voice has deepened.
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| − | == Stuff Chicken Recipe==
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| − | Stuffing can be made from many different ingredients, such as simple herbs, vegetables and fruit, but can also be made from more complex bread based or grain based (grains, such as rice, barley and kasha that are cooked until tender) recipes. Simple ingredients, such as onions, garlic, lemon, herbs, and spices, can be inserted into the cavity of the chicken or under the skin to add flavor to the meat. Bread or grain based stuffing may include sausage, chopped or ground giblet pieces, vegetables, herbs, and spices. It is common to use eggs for binding and stock or broth to moisten the stuffing.
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| − | Before inserting the stuffing, wash the chicken inside and out and then pat dry with a paper towel. Be sure any stuffing that has been cooked, or ingredient that is cooked, is cooled completely before inserting into the cavity of the chicken. The chicken should not be stuffed until just before it is to be cooked, so that the risk of bacterial growth is reduced. Insert the stuffing through the neck, into the body cavities, but be sure that you do not overstuff because the stuffing will expand during cooking due to the absorption of the juices from the chicken.
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| − | When cooking the stuffed chicken, the internal temperature of the stuffing should reach 165°F. Cooking the stuffing to this temperature can result in the meat becoming overcooked. Many cooks prefer to cook the stuffing separately from the chicken. The stuffing is placed in a buttered baking dish and cooked during the last 45 minutes to an hour of the roasting time. Stuffing that is cooked outside of the chicken as a separate dish is referred to as "dressing."
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| | + | S Over Powered |
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| | + | A Very Powerful |
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| − | == Floating Head ==
| + | B Master Level |
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| − | (Rave Verse)
| + | C Average Powers |
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| − | No your not dead
| + | D Minor Power |
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| − | I just broke your neck
| + | E Weak Powers |
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| − | Take your final hours to reflect
| + | F Hopeless Abilities |
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| − | All those thoughts into you head
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| − | I take your life!!!!!!
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| | + | == <div style="color:#00CCCC; background-color: #000000">Other Information</div>== |
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| − | (Hated Chorus)
| + | == <div style="color:#00CCCC; background-color: #000000">Power Moves</div>== |
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| − | Murder on the song
| + | '''Power Moves''' |
| | + | *''' ''' - |
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| − | I like to murder on the song
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| − | Torture on the song
| + | '''Implants''' |
| | + | *''' ''' - |
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| − | I like to torture on the song
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| − | Hear them scream
| + | '''Paraphernalia''' |
| | + | *''' ''' - |
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| − | My enemies
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| − | I always kill
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| − | While recording
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| − | You hear a sequel
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| − | That actual
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| − | Somebody
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| − | They will be dead
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| − | Before release
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| − | Satan please
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| − | Just let go me
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| − | Murder on the song
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| − | I like to murder on the song
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| − | Torture on the song
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| − | I like to torture on the song
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| − | Hear them scream
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| − | My enemies
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| − | I always kill
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| − | While recording
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| − | You hear a sequel
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| − | That actual
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| − | Somebody
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| − | They will be dead
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| − | Before release
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| − | Jesus please
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| − | Just let go me
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| − | == No Permission to Die ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | I cuck your life
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | I took your life
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| − | I watch you bleed
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| − | Just look at me
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| − | I am the seed
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| − | Purgatory!!
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | I sew your skin
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| − | You live on me
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| − | I'm like a doctor
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| − | With a PhD
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| − | In misery
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| − | ~Why you Dieeeeee!!!
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | I cuck your life
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | I took your life
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| − | I watch you bleed
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| − | Just look at me
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| − | I am the seed
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| − | Purgatory!!
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | I pull your teeth
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| − | I eat *****
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| − | I'm got the mastery
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| − | In sorcery
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| − | No mystery
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| − | ~ You still dieeeee!
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| − | == Grape Juice ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | You think your brave
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| − | You got people around
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| − | But honey you where we're wrong
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| − | Because your track I'm on
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| − | I gift you one
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| − | It's all night long
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| − | I'm to tone deth to call it
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| − | Eeeeeeehh!!
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| − | What's that in the bushes!
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| − | (Sing)
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | Grape smashing
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| − | I'm a grape smashing
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| − | And grape plashing
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| − | The animal is coming clean
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| − | A vampire is coming in
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| − | Need my medicine
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| − | And angel sing
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Arrrrrh
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| − | I'm never one to follow
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| − | But then I found a pool
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| − | I'm I the ugly ducklings
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| − | Why do I make it cool
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| − | He learned a ugly lesson
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| − | She learned to use a tool
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| − | I'm to dam blessed to spoil it!
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| − | Eeeeeeehh!!
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| − | What's that, What's that a preschool!
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | == Persecution ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Accusation!
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| − | You're ****ing right
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| − | I'm going to snuff you
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| − | To prove you right
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| − | You are religion
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| − | It's entertaining
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| − | To watch things die
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | ~Music was a movement
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| − | They brought emotions
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| − | ~Picture in motion
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| − | Bought imitations
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| − | ~I put my bird upon a plate
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| − | First transgender cake
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| − | My left hand I ate
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| − | You like to follow
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| − | Deaf is a movement
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Activision
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| − | There's nothing left
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| − | Ask me a question
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| − | A cult or sect?
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| − | I'm all for progress
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| − | My love you'll get
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| − | Love you to death
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | ~The sound of movement
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| − | They brought emotions
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| − | ~Millions in motion
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| − | Budgeted imitations
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| − | ~I put a smile upon my face
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| − | As both wings break
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| − | Eyes bound you follow
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| − | Blind is the movement
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| − | ~Too political!
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| − | My persecution
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| − | Is your expiration
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| − | Lost emotions
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| − | Dead expedition
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| − | == Old Man and a Cracker ==
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| − | (Legion army Song)
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| − | Pappy have no teeth
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| − | But he like to suck it
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| − | He fell down and can't get up
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| − | But he's going to soak it
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| − | If you ever seen a man with three legs
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| − | And the stick's for walking
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| − | ~He puts
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| − | ~In hoops
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| − | ~He shoots
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| − | His youths
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| − | He was in the army too
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | A pack of biscuit for lunch x3
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| − | He was the captain of crunch
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| − | Was full had bootie to munch
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| − | She chew
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| − | His food
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| − | And pass it good
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| − | Hit 69
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| − | Was doing fine
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| − | Replaced his spin
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| − | For a tech 9
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| − | "The entire Legion Army/Improv"
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| − | Stuck around for Mama's cooking
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Can get diabetes
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| − | If your heart already killed yah
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| − | Find yourself a knee
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| − | Ride like dirty harry
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| − | ~He Clint
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| − | ~Eastwood
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| − | ~Bad dude
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| − | ~good mood
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| − | And pappy shoot like cowboys doo
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| − | == Hollywood Butcher ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | This is a remake
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| − | This is your film
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| − | You get no sequels
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| − | The villains win
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| − | It's not a movie
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| − | It's a murder plan
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| − | If I'm not Rave
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| − | Then I'm not mine
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| − | To have * build up inside you
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| − | Is to be mankind
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| − | Man that show was bloody murder. I don't want to watch further. Same old story over and over.
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| − | Horror story. Bloody murder.
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| − | Horror story. Bloody murder.
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| − | Man of culture. Cancel culture.
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| − | Butcher D. Lore!
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| − | Butcher the plot
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| − | Get the picture!
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| − | Knife in your butt
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| − | I am a surgeon
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| − | I am a god
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| − | You have the body
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| − | To match what you are
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| − | Just like the cockroach
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| − | You'll live forever
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| − | Man that show was * boring. A do over of everything.
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| − | Safe jokes. No taste.
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| − | Snowflake. Safespace.
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| − | Crucified saying praise.
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| − | Man of culture. Cancel culture.
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| − | Call the Hollywood butcher
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| − | Butcher D. Lore!
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| − | Butcher the plot
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| − | when all is over!
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| − | I'll eat your butt
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| − | There is no talent. There's nothing new. It was your idea. Now censored soon. This modern era. These good fools. Evil can't create a dam thing. Just consume.
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| − | == Monty Eyes ==
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| − | (Doom Metal, Squillish vocals contemplative steel pan-ish beat. Less lyrics more sweet melodic metal tune which is peaceful yet chilling.)
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| − | (Soft electric melody)
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| − | Mr. Monty Eyes
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| − | Frozen in time
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| − | Brought me Medusa
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| − | Women freeze when you see them
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| − | A sweet chill when they look at you
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| − | Through. Those. Big. Beautiful.
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| − | Vacant eyes!
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| − | Mr. Monty Eyes!!!
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| − | (Guitars)
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| − | (Chime keyboard beat)
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| − | (Video: Eyes staring in darkness)
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| − | (Gut wrenching guitar peel back like scratching nails)
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| − | (Back to smooth Verse melody)
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| − | Time gone with the wind
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| − | Carved me like a stone
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| − | You're presence means no one's home
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| − | Cut down you were a rock
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| − | Rock to my endeavors
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| − | Now or whenever
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| − | From you came her
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| − | Love is never blind!
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| − | See through me
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| − | Sweet. Monty.
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| − | Eyes!
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| − | Eyes!
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| − | == Mentally Challenged ==
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| − | (Doom Metal)
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| − | This is a mental challenge
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| − | Not equiped
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| − | To stand the test of time
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| − | Let me touch the toddlers!
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| − | The adults led them the wrong way for what is forever
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| − |
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| − | And to this day I still don't understand
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| − | Just what has been derived from a wild guess
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| − | To be the topic of a conversation
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| − |
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| − | But not all things needs an explanation
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| − | I learned how petty is man kind
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| − | To deprave themselves with useless trivial squabbles
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| − | When a human man is simply not able to grasp the concept
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| − | But follow!
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| − | Just differentiate your stupidity from my metal disability
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| − | == Bright Idea ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − |
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| − | Just another bright idea
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| − |
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| − | It has come to murder
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| − |
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| − | Let me strap you to this chair
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| − |
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| − | It has come to murder
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| − |
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| − | Though I will never figure you out
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| − |
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| − | It has come to murder
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| − |
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| − | Some of your will try
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| − |
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| − | My vengeance
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| − |
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| − | And when you feel the shock
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| − |
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| − | Not all of you might die
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| − |
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| − | Electrify you mind
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| − |
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| − | With a head full of ideas
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| − | You make a stupid face
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| − |
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| − | Executioners in place
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| − |
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| − | Inmates might *culate
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| − |
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| − | Choose you death
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| − |
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| − | I say to choose your death
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| − | How would you like to die?
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| − |
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| − | How would you like to diiiiiiie?!
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Sing)
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| − | Oh you prefer the happy ending
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| − |
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| − | But you fail to think it twice
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| − |
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| − | And now you got some time to spend
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| − | Story of your life
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| − | == Fight Yourself ==
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| − | (Technical Death)
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| − | (Rave Verse Different Voices)
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| − | (Janky metal beat)
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| − | (Sophisticated Voice)
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| − | It's like a forest?
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| − |
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| − | I'm going hunting, I'm a ghost
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| − |
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| − | Put your gun sign up, * girl
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| − |
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| − | Let's stare clear from this road
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Drills)
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| − |
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| − | (Voice losing control)
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| − | Why don't you stay away from me
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| − |
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| − | You are just another, thot!
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| − | Is saving you worth the troubles
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| − | I need this baby, Top!
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Crash)
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| − | (Perverse Voice)
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| − | You made me soil myself!
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| − | You're just another butt
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| − | I will need a diapers
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| − | Who's to say what you got guts!
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Deadly Voice)
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| − | Rahhh, Growl just like a mut
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| − | I will bury you
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| − |
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| − | You animal
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| − | Without a single thought
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Careless Voice)
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| − | Relax the pus in your head!
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| − |
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| − | The other me have not
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| − |
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| − | Lost you find direction
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| − | At every. single. cost!
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Demonic Voice)
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| − | Procrastination (Horse!)
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| − | In production (Horse!)
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| − | No frustration (Horse!)
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| − | Kill castration... (Horse!)
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Murderous Voice)
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| − | I dig, I dig
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| − | Her trunk shake
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| − | My muddy shove
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| − | Kaplunk
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Sociopath Voice)
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| − | She got two guns in her hand!
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| − |
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| − | Both of them is mine
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| − |
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| − | I thought the sex was boring
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| − | I'm going mad like Yose' Sam
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Feminine Voice)
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| − | You bite your toenails!
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| − | Shave the hair off your hand!
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| − |
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| − | But I don't like the lotion!
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| − | I can't hold on, I'm going!
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Host Voice)
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| − | Know my blood is your wine
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| − | Feed on me, Eat my hand
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| − |
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| − | Take it all
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| − | It's your head!
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| − | (Drop)
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| − | (Screamo Voice)
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| − | Chorus Verses Verses!
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| − | Verses Chorus Verses!
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| − |
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| − | Verses Verses Verses!
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| − |
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| − | Thought us, Fought us, Verses!
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| − | == Hands in Rapture ==
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| − | (Technical Death Metal)
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| − | I love you baby
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| − |
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| − | Just eat the hog
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| − | Smile through smug teeth
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| − | You will crawl
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| − |
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| − | I need your praise
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| − |
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| − | You complement them
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| − | I'm not a friend
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| − |
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| − | They need attention
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| − |
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| − | Validation
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| − | My heart not found
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| − | Don't blame a *
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| − | For being a dog
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| − |
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| − | And still a dog knows
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| − |
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| − | when it is wrong
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| − | (chorus)
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| − | I hit my wife
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| − |
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| − | Like equal rights
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| − | Her hands in Rapture!
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| − |
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| − | The cover fine
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| − |
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| − | But inside
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| − |
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| − | Your ear declined
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| − |
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| − | She has the snake eyes
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| − | And soft spine
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| − |
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| − | With no hands to put mine
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| − |
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| − | Her tail was crucified
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| − |
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| − | Like ...
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| − |
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| − | No girl can run
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| − | You better hide
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| − |
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| − | (Verse)
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| − |
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| − | Love me baby
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| − |
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| − | The cowl man say
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| − |
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| − | The god book gay!
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| − |
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| − | The girls who betrayed
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| − |
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| − | Led men astray
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| − |
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| − | I'm Adam
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| − |
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| − | I'm Samson
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| − |
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| − | Like Solomon
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| − |
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| − | I know your dumb
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| − |
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| − | Devolution come
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| − | You raise your hand to offend me
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| − | I got a knife to scale and watch you crawl
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| − |
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| − | To the river, blood to thick to wash the dirt right off you skin
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| − |
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| − | Just look at what your hands do
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| − |
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| − | You don't need them anyway
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | == Vert (Interlude) ==
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| − |
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| − | (Core)
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| − |
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| − | I pull it to the side
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| − |
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| − | You see inverted skies
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| − |
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| − | My rabies mouth I glide
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| − |
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| − | I'm going to fix you up
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| − | You up (echo)
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| − |
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| − | (Telecast tuning)
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| − |
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| − | == Seether ==
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| − |
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| − | (Perverse Thrash Voice)
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| − |
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| − | I'm such a lady's man
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| − |
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| − | It's getting hot in YeeeeAH!
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| − |
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| − | You weren't born with clothes
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| − |
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| − | To see the hell fireeee-AH!
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| − |
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| − | Oooooooh a pressure cooker
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| − |
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| − | Live the water you will fire-AAaaaaH!
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| − |
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| − | So tense it made me sing
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| − | My baby had to lie
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| − |
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| − | Just to see a gangster cry
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| − |
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| − | I won't blame hear but some dude is gonna die
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | == Nature Horror ==
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| − |
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| − | Just like the tiger
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| − |
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| − | I watch the mother
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| − |
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| − | I see the widows spitting poison
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| − | Into one another
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| − |
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| − | The nature horror
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| − |
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| − | You can't escape
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| − |
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| − | It's something you have lived by
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| − |
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | I'm bound to murder
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| − |
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| − | Lies like a cobra
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| − |
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| − | A crab soldier
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| − |
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| − | I sailed the seas
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| − | The sands of time
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| − | I'm everything
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| − | And nothing you can live by
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| − |
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| − | (High Pitch Voice)
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| − | Ooooooooooh the pain pain Seethers!!
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