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Boom that¡¯s the sound of the heart bringing doom
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In the floor boards up in the room
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All day every night every day like boom, boom, boom, boom boom
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[RANDOM:]
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Some call me a good man, even passionate
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I¡¯d even give you my last if you asked for it
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In my twilight so I need assistance
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I hired a caretaker a week after Christmas
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He¡¯s very good at what he does
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Fixes banana pancakes which I love
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And he treats me awesomely
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But one thing that kid of bothers me
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he never looks in my eye when he talks to me
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My only sin is that I look a little different
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Can¡¯t understand why he¡¯s trippin¡¯
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Over my appearance? Got to be more than that
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Passin¡¯ judgment like he¡¯s some kinda quarterback
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I just need some kind of peace
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I mean I think he even watches me when I¡¯m tryin¡¯ to sleep
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But he does the job well, and that¡¯s enough for me
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I just wanna live my last days comfortably
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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[MC LARS:]
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It¡¯s time for the blood bath
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Yes I¡¯m sure, pray to your lord
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I¡¯ve been haunted by the man since back in 04
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Time to get revenge and so I wait by the door
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Hiding in the shadows got an evil plot in store ?
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I¡¯m sure he be ? catching Zs ¡®cause he snores
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Want to cut his eye out, throw it on the floor
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Leave the crime scene so clean well of course
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Too bad I¡¯m a victim of the Poe folk lore
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Hubris it¡¯s a problem ? seen it before
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Homboy heard me coming knew that he was done for
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¡°Who¡¯s there¡± he screamed I attacked with the force
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suffocated him till he could breathe no more
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by four he was dead and his soul transformed
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put him the chamber underneath the floorboards
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nevermore as a corpse would he bother me or
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he could come back somehow from the morgue
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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[RANDOM:]
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Now I¡¯m dead and gone feeling no more pain
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frame has ceased but my spirit remains
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So he thinks I¡¯ll never creep him out again, huh?
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Little does he know the scary part¡¯s just beginning
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He invites the cops in, this guy¡¯s so cocky
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Sits down right next to where he hid the body
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Just then something comes over my spirit
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My heart starts beating, but only he can hear it
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It starts off softly, the volume increases
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Soon it¡¯s deafening, piercing like a weapon and
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He realizes that it¡¯s coming from the floor boards
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Confesesses the crime and he can¡¯t take it anymore
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The cops dig me up open the shut case
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Now he¡¯s in the penitentiary pressing up plates
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If I told you how you¡¯d only be amazed
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avenged my own from beyond the grave
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[LARS:]
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Screw you old man what a horrible trick,
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you really make me sick because they caught me quick
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Now they locked me in a cell and I¡¯m here for life
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A man named Bubba tryin¡¯ to make me his wife
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But they thought I was finished the were sure I was done so I¡¯m
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planning my escape soon I¡¯ll be on the run
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Gonna find your body when I finally get home
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Rip the beating heart out just like Indiana Jones
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Put it in a blender grind it up for a minute
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Drink down quick it will really taste delicious
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Oh wait, that¡¯s a bad idea
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Then you¡¯ll always be up in my kitchen like Ikea
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I punked you and you punked me back,
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So let¡¯s let it go and just leave it at that
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Because we¡¯re just two wild and crazy guys
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Playing pranks on eachother and running our lives
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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The TellTale
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MC Lars Horris |