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You...yes, you. The one who broke into my truck last night. I'm calling you out. You and me. We'll duel to the death. The winner will be gloriously praised. And the loser will be taunted and booed until my throat is soar. You took my iPod. My one escape from the nightmare that is in fact a reality known as Albertson's. This act alone deserves you nothing but death. Also, you smashed a completely good pane of glass that was my window. But what I would really like to know is how you knew that my iPod was in my truck. Seeing as how it was hidden in that sweet little cubby hole next to the driver seat. I mean, I always hide it in there. Out of sight. Just like you were after you smashed that window. Lucky for you the idiot's at Albertson's hadn't changed the security tape since Friday. Or there would be a duel to the death. And I would arise the glorious victor, your bloody corpse under me, as I put my foot on your chest, and cock my head toward the sky in the rain and wail my battlecry.
I want to commit murder
Feel the rush as I kill
Looking into your dead eyes
and collecting your last thoughts
I feel no remorse
And I've had a taste
Now I'm no different than those who can just do it
Motherfucker
I want to commit murder
Feel the rush as I kill
Looking into your dead eyes
and collecting your last thoughts
I feel no remorse
And I've had a taste
Now I'm no different than those who can just do it
Motherfucker