| Ridin' 'round town with no lights on
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| Bumpin' DarkThrone out my Audi A4
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| Pentagram on my shawty torso
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| Nails on my neck 'bout blood-soaked
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| I ain’t got no heart, it’s still in Moscow
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| You must not be flame if you got smoke
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| Blood so cold, where my trench coat?
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| Wait until they see what’s in my—
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| Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what’s in my—
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| Ever since I was a fetus, I knew that I could be this reincarnated elated
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| Crowley
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| I’m misunderstood and I’m proud about it now
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| I’m roundin' up all the calloused and malice and puttin' em all up in a palace
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| Call it the White House, no power balance
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| Now let me get another shot at living, and I’ll never take it for granted again
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| I swear to what? |
| None!
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| Hallway greeted with a gun
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| How has it come to this? |
| Everybody run!
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| Police will put you in a wooden box in the ground if you look at 'em wrong in
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| the wrong part of town
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| But a motherfucker with a gun at a campus blastin' away at the staff and masses
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| you’ll—
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| Let, live on again, with no regrets
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| Oh, bet
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| Who the fuck let you paint the land all red?
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| It’s all a mess, I’m just a guest
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| Go blast, your local press
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| And kill 'em all, kill 'em all
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| Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what up my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
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| Wait until they see what’s in my— |