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The Satan Inside Me 4/30/10

Two wrongs don’t make a right But I don’t just let things slide. So when all is quiet at night You better run and hide, Cuz I know my actions will be justified. And justice I assure you will be served. Not an ounce of guilt runs through me You’ll get what you deserve. Your blood will drip off my hands, warm and red As I stand over your body, lifeless and dead. Don’t fuck with my kin is a lesson he learned. Shoulda learned a bit sooner, now that sinners gonna burn. And boy you better hope God saves me when I die Cuz if he don’t, Satan will be last on your mind. I’ll torture you, over and over for what you done. Be your own personal devil, and have a little fun. I’ll be your hell inside of hell where there is no getting out. Just an eternity of me laughing while you scream and shout.
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