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Lyrics
The Suicidalist
(1st verse)
Bitch, I'm feelin' life but still seein' death, and everybody in the fuckin' house is soon to be next. I split necks, and when I bust techs everybody goes down, then I grab your mama's titties and I show her around town. If you think I'm fake you got another thing comin', 'Cause I'm runnin' with an axe and I'm witty and cunnin'. I rearange families like I was your father, murder your wife, murder your kids, and fuck your daughter. I'm gonna slaughter, with not a single thought in my mind, I'm a suicidalist, give me the chair fuck doin' time. I wanna see the end like bitchs' wanna suck on my dick, heres a tip, go get your own you greedy bitch. You wanna gimmie somthin' and expectin' what in return,
maybe cash, maybe a car, when will you learn?
It ain't about money, cash, chedder, or cheese, its about bringin' everybody down to they knees. I mean, if this world wasn't so fucked up corrupt, I'd be makin' friends instead of fuckin' 'em up. But guess what, I got everything that I need, to make a mutha fucka squirm or simply make myself bleed.
What they don't realize is I just really wanna die, and I'm gonna carry it out, but not before I simplify. Society, they all be lyin' to me, but it don't matter no more 'cause they all dyin' with me. 'Cause they tryin' to be, part of the crowd,
nobody has they own opion no more, I'm speakin' mine loud. I'm like a Stealth Bomber all on my own, I drop fifty-five hundred people then I gotta reload. And thats just the way it go.
(Chorus)
I'm just the suicidalist, you don't wanna step to close to this, (who knows?) I might just get real pissed, (and maybe even what?) I might just slit your wrist.
(2nd verse)
So you probably gathered by now, I'm comin' to get ya, and I ain't leavin' the scene unless the Grim Reaper with ya. Or that one guy Richter, 'cause this one killa sicka,
either way you gonna be dead and out of the picture. Go figure, bloody bodies be part of my path, and everyday, every night you gonna feel my wrath. 'Till I pass, I got a problem, can't nobody help, except for God or maybe even Satan himself. But I ain't seekin' help 'cause I ain't thinkin' nothin's wrong with me, and I'm gonna think that way until you long gone with me. Ya bit me, like right in the ass, and I'm gonna show my graditude by turnin' bodies to ash.
Why not take out my anger on the people,
its because of them that I'm livin' life leathal. Thats why I'm screamin' I don't give a fuck, I'm a Juggalo, when I'm stickin' one in your gut, I'm untouchable.
I'm on a suicide misson for blood, you know I tried bein' nice and I tried showin' love.
But what the fuck was I catchin' back for my kindness, I was spit in the face and they were callin' me mindless. (I was spit in the face and they callin' me mindless, shit they were callin' me mindless.) So why scream and shout when this kami-kazi-insomniac, come into your house givin' gramps a heart attack.
Don't laugh because this killa's no joke,
I be murderin' all ages children to old folk.
And anybody thats caught in the middle,
too bad your lucks up and your left with this riddle, ponder me this, and ponder me that, but who was the man in the trench with the barbwire baseball bat.
(Chorus 2x)
(3rd verse)
Next time I go to sleep I hope I never wake up, and if by chance that I do, I'm gonna bury this slut. I'm gonna cut her up to tiny pieces in my bath tub, and I'm gonna bury her in my backyard, do the math bub. I'm gonna dig a hole so deep in the mud, and I'm gonna splash around little bit play in her blood.
(Chorus 'TILL END)
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