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Hangman Lyrics: I'm almost there. I'm almost there but not quite Travelling through the bayou feel the eeriness at sunset My senses on high alert so I say Hello Who's there Nothing Like a whistle in the wind as I move on forward I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling In a state of grace words I shouldn't have said are all forgiven All the days of bad forgotten But still, to me, revenge is a dish best served cold Like ice cold with an ice pick and a blindfold I'm going, going, gone I said I'm going, going gone Time to meet your maker Time to meet your maker I'm prowling, growling, howling Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you Hey For you Low deep nasty You chopping me down like the No getting past me Two feet in the air You wouldn't last a marathon Racing with the panther The maximum price ah Curator of the faith ah I'm never too late ah Don't shoot the messenger Shoot the messenger's mother Fffffucker Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you Motherfucker For you Fatherfucker Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you Hangman A bullet a piece for the two of you For you

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