Im almost there. Im almost there, but not quite Travelling through the bayou, feel the eeriness at sunset My senses on high alert, so I say, Hello! Whos there? Nothing Like a whistle in the wind as I move on forward I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling In a state of grace words I shouldnt have said are all forgiven All the days of bad forgotten But still, to me, revenge is a dish best served cold Like ice cold with an ice pick and a blindfold Im going, going, gone. I said, Im going, going, gone Time to meet your maker. Time to meet your maker Im prowling, growling, howling Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you Hey For you Low deep nasty You chopping me down like the Amazon No getting past me Two feet in the air You wouldnt last a marathon Racing with the panther The maximum priceah Curator of the faithah Im never too lateah Dont shoot the messenger Shoot the messengers mother Fffffucker Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you Motherfucker For you Fatherfucker Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you
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