Lyrics 50 Year Storm - Graf Orlock

50 Year Storm

Do you know what this is?
Two keys of uncut crystal meth.
What is this shit?
That shit’s crystal meth.
You think I like this haircut?
My wife wants me to stay at the Ramada.
Utah, meet Deatz, Deatz, Utah.
Fort fucking Lauderdale.
Why be a servant of the law when you can be its master?
Dipshit.
Utah, will someone please tell me how they’re supposed to rob Tarzana city
national on August second?
Warchild’s splintered battle cry,
oh shit nice tattoo.
War, war, war warchild.