| Blast you with the Metallica
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| Rip ya head to shreds like Gallagher’s sledge hammer
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| You’re dead like the space shuttle challanger
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| Scar slashes, car crashes, guitar thrashers
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| Barbaric fascist, smashing you like Cassius
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| In a bar brawl smashed on Jager and hashish
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| War clashes, napalm blast hits, ashes to ashes
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| 100 yard dashes through the pastures, landmines stashed in the grasses
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| Blood splashes on the bra of Onassis
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| Killing you is sweet like a jar of malasses
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| We’re hard assassins rockin' dark glasses
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| Sarcastic, millitant like M.A.S.H. |
| is
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| Tear gasses, burn like hot flashes
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| Bas in ya skull, blood drips down ya eye lashes
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| Bombastic like Comstock convicts
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| Assfucked, shanked with sharp plastic condoms
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| Punch you dead in your face, snuff you, jux you, mush you, rush you, bust you
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| Any day, any place, any time, step, no remorse, no regret, rep it to the death
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| Set it off in the street, cock back gats, fists or weapons, whatever, attack
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| You don’t want it with me, look into my eyes, Death Rap, listen to it, live it,
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| die!
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| Light you up, rabid oxidation, scintillation
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| Skin burn to a cinder, disintigration
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| Inferno wind, flame blazing
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| Tinder, luminosity, human atrocity
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| Fumigated found in ditches, bodies on top of bodies
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| Accumulated like compound interest
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| At the help with a splatter film axe, flank attack
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| Stomp you like a tanks caterpillar tracks
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| Overture of torture, let the crows get ya
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| Blood stained, Gorbachev’s head, chrome wet ya
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| Packin like jack Ruby with a short fuse
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| Booby trap you, brapppp! |
| You live on the news
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| Lapidation, foulness like Ralphus
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| Rapid heart palpitations, scalp you like Al Fish
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| Every subject is sticky, strictly thug
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| Let off a clip in ya mug publicly
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| Punch you dead in your face, snuff you, jux you, mush you, rush you, bust you
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| Any day, any place, any time, step, no remorse, no regret, rep it to the death
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| Set it off in the street, cock back gats, fists or weapons, whatever, attack
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| You don’t want it with me, look into my eyes, Death Rap, listen to it, live i |