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Yo yo yos
Listen up all ya Gangstas and Bros
First, I'm gonna axe you
Questions you won't have the facts to
After which I pulls out my nine inch Glock
Tune you up, then turtle wax you
Word
Those lyrics you posted are so all over the place that it fails to convey a coherent story.
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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