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Everybody knows that I'm the best around

They don't even know why

I look like Bret Hart mixed with Dylan Klebold

Let me wipe the propane in my eye

School shooter jacket with the wood grain blade

Butterfly strapped in the sock for the prey

Waiting and debating for the time and the day

I should unleash every single plan that I made

Plan that I made, right, aim for the hate

Every kid and teacher that ever picked on me

Grip, don't squeeze

I don't want to make you bleed

But I know what a scene you'd have seen when I leave

Crime scene when I leave, in the woods when I flee

Back to the cabin with a smile on me

Dig another cellar then I'm ready for the weather

Bitch, I'm coming down, you better remember just what I'm telling

Get low when you see me come 'round

Better get down when you hear that sound

Pipe bomb blowin' in the loud background

Life's gets snatched 'fore your body hits ground