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You know you've had those thoughts that you know for a fact are sick
The ones that give the dark side of your mind a pick
You know, when you wanna stab your teacher in the eye with a pencil then twist it so the led breaks off inside
Take the local prep, jut a blade in his neck and give it a glide
Its sick right, you know you've had em' come ooooon
Come to school with an assault rifle, wearing a shirt that says "Pokemon"
Blow away ever teach who gave you an F
Make every one else in the school def
As you blow away every one you see fit
Pop their heads off like zits
Don't lie, you know you have, its cool we all get those thoughts
The god like feeling of laying some bastards to rot
Take that b*****d that just wont leave you the hell alone
Tie him up, and bash his head in with a hammer in his own home
Peal his face off and run around naked in the streets wearing it, Like some sick Halloween
Show them every thing this world has yet to be seen
Make them all cringe as they pick up your mess
Taking out so many before they make their call of distress
Think I'm sick ? shut up you know you see where I'm coming from
Maybe writing it down like this what kind of dumb...
But hey, that's cuz I have the balls to and well you just don't
I can tell people just how I wanna kill some one with a trafic cone
But hey Im sane, I ouldn't do any of this suff
Cuz well, jail and death kinda make life a little rough
I'm just honest, letting my mouth raise the bar
But I'll never let you forget that my brain is rated R