| There’s a fixed rate of pay per murder & the assassin
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| Is a expert so you know that he stay with the burner
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| From buying Glocks to LSD psych ops
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| Amen Ra Masonic Lodge
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| To the private blog of Adam Weishaupt
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| Public enemy caught in the shooter’s lobby
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| The real life Luca Brasi, so fuck you and the Illuminazi
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| Spray with the milf
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| The cradle of filth
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| A.38, some cocaine and some pills, stay chill
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| Supergroupies wanna get raped & scraped in the grill
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| Duct taped & filmed, I cut to the chase & I drill
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| This that murderworld animal funk, a brand you can trust
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| Like Phil Knight, listen how it bang in the trunk
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| The darkness that surround us can’t hurt us
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| It’s the darkness in the heart of our souls
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| That turn us into murderers
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| Even though we gutter
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| We still gotta reach for the stars
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| Peace to the gods
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| Now speak to the kronze
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| They say that doomsday was written in an alien bible
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| In algebraic code
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| Signalling a day of reprisal
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| Now pay the toll
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| Homemade weapons, razors crazy glued to toothbrushes
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| Two suspects, no arrests, Koolaid smiles & hold grudges
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| Excited deathsquads, Knights of Templar
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| The lightest kevlar, the finest champagne, write your memoirs
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| They tried to extradite him for running guns
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| So he faked his own death & had plastic surgery in Colombia
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| The last of the cast iron, blast fire, anti
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| Accidental billionaire amongst the vampires
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| Protest is not disturbing the peace
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| There’s no peace to disturb in a war
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| Murder galore, secret police
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| Plain clothes, F.B.I. |
| earpiece
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| Work the crowd with sunglasses on
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| Beach hat, banana clip at the bar
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| The AK under the dinner table
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| We innovative
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| So we’ll survive after everything else has disintegrated |