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Strong smell of the sickest kind Groce man even hell would spit you out Fake smile hides the twisted mind Pure filth is the lust that built your house No thing in this f*cking world Is more sickening to me Than the mind of the animal Who has his way against their will The day will come You'll find payback meet your face Shatter your bones You won't escape Beg for forgiveness What waste of air Should have never f*cking lived Return to nowhere Here's to the lives you have destroyed She was alone Frightened and fragile No way did she stand a chance So close to home Still her screams were silent Mouth was covered by his hands Face destiny Smell his breath, your tears, feed his desire Wish for death, now feel, skin burn like fire Smell his breath, your tears, feed his desire Wish for death, now feel, skin burn like fire I hold a gun in my hands But I'm not in control I hold a gun in my hands Strong smell of the sickest kind Groce man even hell would spit you out Fake smile hides the twisted mind Pure filth is the lust that built your house Now before me Captured and cornered Stands a man who's facing death My mind has mercy But hatred has my heart I can't hold still my trembling hands I can't hold still my hands When all laws are unable to punish I say justice is born in a gun If you thought that my words are not honest Then you must fear what I have become As I write down my name in red letters To make sure they'll remember always You will see this time I'm the offender For I am the end of your days
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