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the Londoner Don't call me Jeffrey Dahmer I don't want Aileen the monster Am I Chikatilo the butcher? I don't play no chess Alexander What's wrong with gay men
life Chikatilo... The sky is red The sky is gold I hear the voice Who is to blame Voice in the distance Sounds like a mother's cry Shadow in
en mi mochila Cuidado soy como Andrey Chikatilo Dime que ahí porque tiemblas que lo que pasa fíjate bien ya salte de esa coraza tu show superfluo
evita meu nome no hall dos condenados Me sinto num ritual de evocação de espíritos Vejo Ted Bundy, Charles Manson, Andriy Chikatilo Zodíaco, Ed Gein,
repeat secrete Bleeding pulmonary dig in ovaries that bleed Bag a fun rag Chikatilo muffle gun slam whip A pillow out you see my silhouette and run fam
Paranoya, empty bottles, broken ashtreys, Francis Goya... You may fuck a plumpy pillow to raise in me Chikatilo I saw the sign so it's done now I'm
Mi van tóparti, elszökött a kántor? Körbe kalapálok mint Andrej Chikatilo. Én a legutolsó csóró csavaró csavargó. Csak a Chuck Taylorom
And getting crazed until they slash each other like Andrei Chikatilo with fucking razor blades (Oh shit) Ain't no one gon' stop me from blowing this beat, music
Lawler Y patrullo en busca de víctimas como Nightcrawler Soy Ted Bundy, soy Nilsen, soy Chikatilo Soy la bomba de racimo esparciendo todo el estilo Un
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