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Twisted Method Rot

I got this locked inside my wicked head You fuck with me you just might end up dead There's something beautiful and crazy inside yourself But you still

I got this locked inside my wicked head You fuck with me you just might end up dead There's something beautiful and crazy inside yourself But you still

his tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal

his tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal

tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for

his tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal