| It’s all about drugs money murder sex
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| Crackin' skulls cashin' large mutha fuckin checks
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| Bustin' gats
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| Killin tracks
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| Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!
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| It’s all about drugs money murder sex
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| Crackin' skulls cashin' large mutha fuckin checks
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| Bustin' gats
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| Killin tracks
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| Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!
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| Sadistically sparkin' the «Sife?»
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| Run up on your squadrin wit’a knife
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| And bring the lyrics sheet from a carcass album to life
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| It’s street surgeory
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| Before you ever succeed in murderin' me
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| Ya meat ill' bleed burgundy diceit purgeory
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| Completed beatings are delivered urgently
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| You shook at me ya scared like a woman shivering nervously
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| Unprepared quivering pervertadly like a nun scared gettin fucked by a Satanic
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| priest in the blastfamous clergy
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| Anarchist thirsty laughin' at the panic in human manikin
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| Consumin anderson in tunes management
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| Slay you like Jeff «Hanerman» infront of the camera man
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| Bullets attack you and ordered by the hammer pin
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| Crills and porn leave you blood spilled and torn
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| We breed hate like the mother of a still born
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| Cadavers hangin' from the wall
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| Mangle you all
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| Lets have a head bangers brawl!
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| It’s all about drugs money murder sex
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| Crackin' skulls cashin' large mutha fuckin checks
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| Bustin' gats
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| Killin tracks
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| Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!
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| It’s all about drugs money murder sex
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| Crackin' skulls cashin' large mutha fuckin checks
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| Bustin' gats
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| Killin tracks
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| Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!
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| We’ll leave you with a scared head
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| Rollin' you up in carpet
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| You bitches get played like guitar frets
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| Buckin' you like «bernard getz?»
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| Like «Geezer» on a 63'Fender precission over precussion
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| Theres nobody as sick as me end of discussion
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| You’ll get your scalp split
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| Cause' your a faggot like «Halfred?»
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| You iron cross rockin pussies with Mic Jaggar outfits
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| I grew up in a hell hole
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| Ragin' like «Morello?»
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| At a cerain age I stared pumpin' bass like «Frank Bellow?»
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| «Artcherwillow?»
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| Blast you with metal like brilo
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| Put the pillow over your face to muffle it
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| When we kill you
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| Like buffalo, skinned by indians
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| We’ll watch you suffer slow
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| On a trestle cut muscle vessels
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| Like Russel Crowe
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| Playin' you like an «Ibonez»
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| Prey on you like a cyborge with dredz
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| Ya shits' low quality I’m high rez
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| I’ll never settle
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| I’d ratha drink ya' neck
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| 'Cause I’m ghetto like the digi-tech
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| Death metal pedal
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| It’s all about drugs money murder sex
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| Crackin' skulls cashin' large mutha fuckin checks
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| Bustin' gats
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| Killin tracks
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| Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!
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| It’s all about drugs money murder sex
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| Crackin' skulls cashin' large mutha fuckin checks
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| Bustin' gats
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| Killin tracks
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| Necro and Diablo you better watch your back! |