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An impaled hound Dragging a casket In which I tried To bury the hatchet What sort of beast Chews on its own loose teeth What kind of man Chooses bullshit to eat And sleeps with... Dirty substance, dirty eyes Self fulfilled, and prophesied Subject to pattern, an overt spy The least cost path Is one with no spine It’s do or die I fight for my fucking life Its do or die All I see Is haunting me Deep inside your fucking head Even after I eat lead It’s rent free until you’re dead mother fucker A product of a predetermined line Forever throwing hands in this pathetic fight Dirty substance, dirty eyes Self fulfilled, and prophesied Subject to pattern, an overt spy The least cost path Is one with no spine It’s do or die When under the cold dull knife Show me the body Show me the body Fucker Bury the hatchet
