I hate fast deaths, I like nice and slow/
I creep up behind ya and let ya know/
Your neck get wrapped with puca shells/
You can't even tell, when I ring ya bells/
Circulartory system gets cut off as you can't breathe/
The sooner you know it, your down on ya knees/
To kill a bitch and leave him bleeding, ain't nothin'/
To kill a bitch and leave him breathin', now that's something/

next weapon: a banana peel

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