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I'll get you crippled by hitting your spine, You'll try to escape, but I'll chase you with red lines, There is no telephone network here, you will not call 911, PUNCH ON THE BACK PARALYZES YOU RIGHT NOW, NOW, I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN A BREAK FROM VIOLENCE, BUT NOW I CRAVE IT, I FORGOT MERCY, I HAVE NO NEED TO SAVE IT HUH I PUNCH RIGHT THROUGH YOUR SPINE, RIPPING THE RIDGE OUT, I TOUCHED YOUR BONES AND GRAZE THE VEINS, I GOT A SPLASH OF BLOOD RIGHT IN MY FACE, I HAVEN'T DRANK OR EATEN FOR DAYS, YEAH, I'M GONNA EAT YOUR ORGANS AND LEAVE YOUR BODY TO INSECTS, I CUT OPEN YOUR BACK, AND SEND YOUR SOUL STRAIGHT TO HELL I am a surgeon, I'll cut off your kidney with a scalpel, Cut open yo' stomach, I see the right organ, Operation successful, But for you it is stressful, White mittens on my hands, I take them off, they no longer provide benefit, I've to wash the blood off my hands, it doesn't fit here, It's 3 a.m. IT IS TIME FOR DINNER, BLOOD IN A GLASS AND ENTRAILS ON A PLATE

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