| Ayo the pilot had his gun drawn
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| Like when the shoe-bomber Richard Reid bit that stewardess' thumb off
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| You’re done for
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| When you die you go to Heaven, till then welcome to Hell Spawn
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| Celtic Frost at the Felt Forum, I’m never wrong
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| Stop acting tough, small criminals can steal more money with laptops than with
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| a mask or a gun
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| Intelligent relevant heretic elegant terrorists
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| Presenting death sentences with malevolent eloquence
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| Label you larger than Hajj and spark a jihad
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| Adolescent martyrs in mosques? |
| bombs
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| While the lords of war barter their arms
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| Concentration broken by the sound of fight jets barking at God
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| Gat shooters they snatch AKs and chains
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| My shooters snatch planes and cause international mayhem
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| In the mountains of Caucasia caught four pagans in an orgy with lord Satan
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| Onward the war rages
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| I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
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| Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
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| Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs
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| Design wars, it’s the final call
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| I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
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| Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
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| Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs
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| Design wars, it’s the final call
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| Phoney money and economics, that’s the shit predicted by the prophets
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| Black guns, black helicopters
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| What is the connection between Jesus and the Shriners?
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| What is the connection to the virus and Osiris?
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| That’s why the gun is always on the hip
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| I learned to never sleep on devil and to come equipped
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| I don’t never speak on nothing, always button-lipped
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| Whether it’s why the Sun exists or if it’s rugged shit
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| Y’all are devilish and Vinnie move with God power
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| I called Bill, told him meet me at the God hour
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| It’s never been a question whether or not I’m star power
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| The only question is whether or not the God’s sour
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| Yeah in other words sick of the Amorite
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| Reverend Dr. Malachi Z. York had it right
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| Dealing with sound right reasoning and acting right
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| Teaching people how to handle ratchets and a hatchet right
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| I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
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| Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
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| Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs
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| Design wars, it’s the final call
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| I’m surrounded by hatred and lust, angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
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| Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
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| Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs
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| Design wars, it’s the final call |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Final Call , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Heavy Metal Kings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп