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Merchant of Death (2121 B)
As I sit here upon my perch And watch what I have done It makes me sad, but that's too bad I try to bring you fun
I've killed your parents very slow A friend or two for sure A taste real young, upon the tongue And now I have the cure
I know that there are newer drugs That claim to set you free They kill too fast, unlike the past You get slow death from me
The misery you feel right now The things you did weren't right It made you kiss your little Sis And now she fears the night
The only cure is have some more You'll soon be back all right Today I hear, you've lost an ear From just a friendly fight
Come one, come all, I'll sell you more It's legal, but not free So steal from friends, fun never ends Come buy slow death from me
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