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      Some people call me the creeper 'Cuz they don't know my name or face I got 'em running in circles Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace I'm a lonely hunter City full of game Walkin in the neon lights Chop, chop, chop - engine of destruction Chop, chop, chop - a perfect killing machine Chop, chop, chop - it's a symbiotic function Chop, chop, chop - I keep the city so clean Chop, chop, chop Some people call me the Ripper Stole my modus operandi from the movie screen She's just a celluloid stripper Just another bloody player in my splatter-filled dream Women on the streets Want money when we meet I take them for a little ride Chop, chop, chop - I'm an engine of destruction Chop, chop, chop - a perfect killing machine Chop, chop, chop - it's a symbiotic function Chop, chop, chop - I keep the city so clean Chop, chop, chop She was standing on the corner With her bright red lips Her face was so white and pale So pale She had a black leather skirt That was so tight to her hips And an anklet with a name
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