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Six Pedophiles Lyrics - Artist : Insane Clown Posse
Okay, tomorrow we're gonna take a look at chapters 34 and 35, alright?
And don't forget this Friday, test papers are due No, no, I told you last week that they would be due on Friday, okay? So, make sure that's taken care of, and we'll see you tomorrow The first pedophile, he was teacher I waited for school to end, under the bleachers I walked down the halls, dragging my axe He was pinning papers to the board with tacks I slipped in the room and raised my weapon And whistled as he turned around for a second I buried the blade deep into his scalp He never even had a chance to cry for help The next pedophile, he drove a cab I held him down on 13th Ave We made some small talk about the weather All while I got my wire together He stopped at the light, eyes on the road I slipped my cord right around his throat With my knees up, I yanked it back His head fell forward into his lap Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for) The third pedophile, he worked at home He probably considered it his safety zone But he was wrong. I walked right in the door His chihuahua was barking, but not anymore He came around the corner. I blasted him flat And beat him horrendous with a baseball bat Caved his skull in and left it there In a pile of blood, brains, bones, and hair The next pedophile, he did construction Showed up on the site looking for destruction Picked up a nail gun, as soon as I spot him He asked who the fuck I was. I shot him Three or four more times, all in the neck And then picked up a sledge hammer and broke his back Hit him again in the back of the head His whole skull exploded into a spread Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for) The fifth pedophile was a children's doctor I grabbed my hatchet, the predator chopper Walked in his office, the nurse tried to stop me I gave her a choice: Leave or be chopped meat She was out of there. I kicked the door in There he was, website kiddie porn exploring One swift swing straight down was fatal His whole head split like a tomato The last pedophile, he had no job He was a fuckin' bum who lived with his mom The lady was old. I waited for her to leave Simple, with a .38 up my sleeve I knocked on the door. This shit is gonna be fun I shot him in the belly. He tried to run I shot him in both legs, and finally the head And like that, left him on the front lawn dead Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for) ...four five six, six One two three four five six, six One two three four five six, six One two three four five six, six Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles (left for dead) Six pedophiles (left for) Six pedophiles |
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