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Isabelle Boulay - "Thy Staleness"
Let me see your throught thing there buddy, Ima Chop it, see
the idea is to
make
you die -(Stop it)- I dont know why but your heart beat offends
me, I need to
cut you off at the wind pipe desperately -(Like, how about cuttin
your own
neck)- I did, seventen times, why you think i talk like this? Before i cut
myself / This Was My Voice/ now gimme your neck pipe, you dont
have no fuckin
choice -(Im not ready to die)- neither was Easy -E, whut makes
you so fuckin
special you can escape the wrath -(You mean the Wraith) - I said
Wraith, now
shut the fuck up, and wind pipe so I can cut that mother fucker -(Pick
somebody else) - Im pickin anybody i can find, and you happen
to be the next
mother fucker in line -(Ok lets do it) - Keep still right there
and about 1,
2, 3 of those mother fuckers im outta here
Let me make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB
Its like / Murdering be giving me a calm / I need ta / YEAH,
YEAH, YEAH. Let me
make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB / Its like
/ Murdering be
giving me a calm / I need ta (Ah ha... Whut kind of circus is this)
How you gonna give me a straight jacket when Im crooked? Took
it and shook it,
ripped it and unzipped it and waited for the nurse guy to bring
me my tray,
jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way,
took all his keys
and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out
the window, Then
i turned around and went back inside, once i realized i could
of grabbed a gang
of Formaldehyde. Suddenly another fuckin gaurd shot me, I played
the whole
movie shit off like "You got me" . Laid there playin
dead and when he checked
my pockets I jabbed my fuckin thumb knuckle in his eye socket.
By now there
was guards everywhere, Im steady cuttin off heads, surfin on
a wheel chair,
and too many bullets finally put me away... But was it the real Violent J?
Let me make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB
Its like / Murdering be giving me a calm / I need ta / YEAH,
YEAH, YEAH. Let me
make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB / It kills
the pain, ahe its
the only thing that kills the pain im sorry!
Im so sorry that Im so stale... Im so sorry Im stale. But still
I gotta murder
your face... man Im sorry Im stale. Im so sorry that Im so stale...
Im so sorry
Im stale. But still I gotta murder your face... man Im sorry Im stale.
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