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| Rythmic Rape Here i come, dont bother to run I ring the bell, a visitor from hell I break in the door, and you fell to the floor You look into my eyes, And begin to feel terrorized I grab your shirt, And you begin to hurt In my adrenaline, I dont hear you beg again. I throw you down, and drag you around To your room we head, to use your bed... |