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AmI was trippin down Black Star Road. E AmIt's where I found my new coyote coat. E AmTook her home and showed her to the Ebuck knife AmHung her out on my tree so she coulEd dry CBut this wasn't your usual road killE ItC held the curse of the Little Miss JackE Spell Am
AmSo next I stepped out outa my hoEme AmI got this feeling inside mEy bones AmStarted running thru the blood staiEned road AmTrying to find the old pack ofE coyote CBut this wasn't your usual cuerpEo CIt had the soul that digged meE a hole Am ENow I could hear every voice of long pAmast EThey said they knew why I had come backAm EThey said I was possessed by little miss jaAmck ETo kill the man whose been setting trAmaps CBut this wasn't your usual cultE Chip to bone the dead coyoAmte E AmI never did wake from thEat trance AmI killed everyman with Etraps in his hands AmI killed everyman that wEalked on the path AmI killed everyone for liEttle miss Jack