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All I ever wanted was to scare you to death
Choke your fuckin neck until your ass is outta breath
All I ever wanted was to hear you scream
You know it's hard to sleep when you're controlled by your dreams
The man in the mirror knows that vanity's a must
But will he understand and become like one of us
Paintin up his face, not givin a fuck
Grabbin' his nuts and expectin bad luck
All I ever wanted was a brand new axe
Strictly for the purpose of choppin and splittin backs
All I ever wanted was to watch you bleed
For the cause of the underground in which I believe
I'm a maniac But u don't understand
My axe keeps swingin like blades on ceiling fans
I could show u everything that u can't see
But all I ever wanted to be was just me
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Whut the dead like?
They like living underground
Is what the dead like?
When it's dark they come around
Out the shadows, like a serial killa
With a double headed axe we dub the wig splitta
We sum off the wall, like givin' a fuck and all
And while you bitches hate we laughin' at all y'all
Is what the dead like?
Runnin' wild beneath the streets
From the southwest back and to the muthafuckin' east
Whut the dead like?
They like the psychopathic shit
If they see the hatchetman then it's underground legit
Is what the dead like?
And they takin' nothin' less
Keep it underground for life is the dead's only request
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