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We're hunting for a killer They say he lives near me He's a heartless murderer One of Hell's own beasts They say he's got a bad habit Say he's one hell of an addict Claims he can't even remember All the ones he's dismembered This hunt is personal Especially for me Since this demonic creature Attacks those closest to me They say he's got a bad habit Say he's one hell of an addict We've got him cornered in a shack It's time to put down this beast I turn to tell them to attack To avenge all those slain Only then do I see their guns all aimed at me
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
The Manhunt
We're hunting for a killer They say he lives near me He's a heartless murderer One of Hell's own beasts They say he's got a bad habit Say he's one hell of an addict Claims he can't even remember All the ones he's dismembered This hunt is personal Especially for me Since this demonic creature Attacks those closest to me They say he's got a bad habit Say he's one hell of an addict We've got him cornered in a shack It's time to put down this beast I turn to tell them to attack To avenge all those slain Only then do I see their guns all aimed at me
A very harsh way of describing the shock and horror an addict feels after a night of verbally ripping into his friends and not even remembering it.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
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