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Haydin Wilkins May 2016
Ay yo waddup people, just a crazy teen
I'm tired as **** but nah ain't gonna phase me
Got my knife in my pocket, nah nobody knows
But I think theu will if they ******' **** me off
Speak of the devil, here comes an annoyin' *****
Whinin' about her problems
*******, shut the **** up
I'll ******' stab her in the head, slowly take it down, make sure I can hear her ******* blood runnin' in town
Make her bones ******' shatter, her flesh melt off, her face ******' dismembered, betcha won't whine now, *****!

Haha
All these ******* lookin' at me like I'm crazy
****, maybe I am
Come close and you'll see
The ******' hell in my eyes, the psychotic twitch
Why you backin' away, what's wrong, *****?
Just bring ya neck a little bit closa, hell, how about ya body
Bet it tastes delicious on a plate right in front of me!
Come on, gimme a taste and no I don't mean your ***
Why you think I got this knife?
I wanna ******' eat ya, ****!
Bet your guts'll taste good in mine
Oh come on, don't ******' scream
The red is drippin' from stomach, looks pretty ******' good
But I think I'll wait for the entree
Random horrorcore lyrics

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