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Who the fuck just stole my bike

It must’ve been that douchebag Francis

So he’s the one that will be next to die

And join my collection in Puppetland

His skin will be a welcome mat for me to rub my feet on

After I fed my pterodactyl with his muscles

I fly like I’m the luckiest boy in the world

High on death for I know that the secret word is murder

That mail lady came by all suspicious

Knowing something's very wrong

But none of it matters now

For she now rots with the ants

The magic screen will tell me what to do and who to kill

I sold my soul to a genie for immortality

I fly like I’m the luckiest boy in the world

High on death for I know that the secret word is murder

Randy’s locked in the basement being eaten by my dog

Carl drowned in my tub filled with bleach for I restrained him

Cutris wasn’t fast enough in the draw so I shot him

Penny’s eyes were replaced with pennies for she owed me money

I, play god, with all, your lives

I, play god, with all, your lives

I, play god, with all, your lives

I, play god, with all, your lives