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By a Thread
- You better wish for luck, I'm parked in my Peugeot
- Heading in your apartment to your floor. To me
- dread is like a drug. Fear cigar, scare tobacco.
- Cigarette. This lock, picking with a glass shard, there we go
- Treading through the front, your carcass is so close. On the
- bed. sorry to disrupt, just harvesting your soul.
- Best for you to not just start any commotion.
- Legs are all tied snug. In the car ya go. Stop
- begging, just give up. Enough, i'm shutting this door.
- I rev the truck in a rush, sounds of shoving and grunts
- I take the highway back to my place, shouts and thumping from the trunk
- I hate that racket, but I relax and drown it out by bumping funk
- "Hurry up! And fucKING SHUSH". She howls out something loud and muffled
- That's the last straw, I'll grab my bath salts
- watch if she'll yap more when I scar scratch marks
- all over her slashed corpse and gnaw her mask off
- Your life hangs on by a thread. A knife would make quite a threat.
- 1 slice to drop you dead. Die, fall, go down like lead
- Should'a known from the beginning, that this wouldn't end up good for you
- Known that to me sinning's, not something new I've just debuted into
- Honing all my skills in killing, pursuing you if I loose my cool
- Hoping that you'll feel the steel when I produce new tattoos on you too
- Shriek and feel the chills when I steal your will to live and reduce you to
- A weak and wheezing kneeling appealing meal to me, a useless tool
- Squeak and squeal so shrill, unwilling I'll seal your lips bitch, superglue
- Bleed, no healing will instill, so deal with being grilled and barbecued
- Believe me. Who would be this cruel, with no intent to really pull
- a cleaving tool. Please don't speak. You'll be severely bruised if
- police sees news of our meeting, who'll be beaten? You. and that
- means we could have a big dispute that can't be diffused. It might
- deepen to go off the deep end. New info speakin' soon will be
- revealing truths bout how I diseased you, relieved you too of your
- bleak and crude being, woo! Now i'll seize the slew of fleas anew
- The reason to the beeping through the treating room might seep in. Who is
- the creep when you are asleep and dreaming? Ooh, well that's me and looks are deceiving
- By a thread, yeah and, why is that? Cause,
- I am back with rhyming packed. The
- tightest raps. Stop writhing. Tact! I
- mighta smacked ya, but your crying lacks the
- idea that's required, facts are
- kinda mandatory. Lying can't go
- by and that's law. Sayonara. Bye
- bye and thanks, broad. Dyin' hard cause
- I abuse. Spillin' guts like Bruce Willis. Slut
- My rules for skinnin still isnt' real and I gut bitches.
- Fuck and cut bitches. Skin rips and your dried blood itches, leave us both in stitches.
- Don't dare to get up from there, my prescence's felt. Hair crawls.
- I love this shit. Wearing kevlar bearing seven arms.
- Not caring whether my tearing weapon is bear claws.
- I'm here and whoever's sharing what happened's dead cause
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