| Kill the radio, he killed the radio…
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| Today in new dealer’s stock.
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| Truck over turned, what they call it was a roll over accident,
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| It was a dump truck,
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| Debris in the roadway, east bound, and west bound…
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| It’s acid rap… Ohh yeaaaah…
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| I’ve seen many bloody bodies in my life time,
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| Now I’m on the prowl, and it’s night time.
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| Son of the wicket, I kick it,
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| Five fingers of death,
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| I can taste the smell of blood as you’re losin’you’re breath,
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| Nine bodies floatin’in the river,
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| This the type of shit that make ya shiver, when I deliver,
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| The first dead body on your door step,
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| When you open up the door, the body falls on the floor.
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| The bigger they are, the harder the fall,
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| Then their head pops off and rolls down the hall.
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| Blood stains all on my shoe strangs,
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| Two bodies swingin’in the back, and they hang,
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| From a tree butt naked,
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| Three lives are gone, and the fourth I must take it.
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| The fourth body, just mutilated,
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| Every bone was broken in the body, when they x-rayed it.
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| I gotta cravin’for some red rum,
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| So I went to the store, saw the clerk, and got me some,
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| One person found dead in the liquor store,
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| A mass murderer, five murders or more.
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| Now I’m workin’on my sixth one,
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| I kill bitches with my bare hands, mutha fuck a gun.
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| Beat a bitch with a bat, til she stop breathin',
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| Then rush the bloody body to receivin',
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| Seven and eight, came like a double date,
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| I stabbed 'em both in the heart, with a wooden stake.
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| Like the bitch was a fuckin’vampire,
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| Lit the fuse, and set they soul on fire.
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| Number nine…
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| This my own life,
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| It was found, with a nine to the head.
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| And I’m dead, and I’m dead,
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| No, you’re dead,
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| Call the cops,
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| Shit, somebody call the cops. |