| Anarchists put a flame to a tire walk around with the fire round necks
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| Mankind gotta deal with a new kind of mind I'm a quick death wrapped in a threat
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| Tell these fuzzy little weak-heart bunny babies back up or get wet
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| Never mind where you draw the line I got a mind for crime it's all disrespect
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| I'm a all red fire on the flesh, you're a lunchbox walking erect
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| Tasty treats from the lungs to the flesh to the neck
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| Who's hungry? |
| The table's set, come get it
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| Games the game but you can't run with it, have fun with it, enjoy your suffering
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| Kernel panic, trauma the Russian
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| Empty the clip while your clip's still bluffing
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| Look in the eye of the violent and villainous
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| We are the murderous militants
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| We are the pirates that hide on the island invade or be wilding
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| Marauding and murdering merchantmen
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| We have been cursed by the curse
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| We shooting first on our turf
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| Pay us our proper respect
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| You pray for your God, take in the perverse
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| He sent the worst of the worst
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| Every damn human disperse
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| We put them all in a hearse
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| We put them under the earth
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| We are the savages ravaging hell
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| Death in the air, we relish the smell
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| We are the hand of the Lord
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| We are the hand with the sword
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| Taking the heads of the faith
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| We are the sealers of fate
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| We are the face of the snake
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| Let's go...
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| The enemies of the state
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| Pardon me, your mistake
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| See, I'm raised to eat pain
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| Appetite decides faith
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| Me and Mike mount the Hellcat
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| Armed to the pearl whites like yikes
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| 20 sex sketches, the girl rejects us
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| Free now go to the lights
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| Me and Mike bring delight to the knife fight
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| Get 29 grand like
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| Me, I just take a life
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| Might light 29 grands up in a night
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| Tongue lash slash in the fires
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| Born to brawl boy, the bastard allience
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| Hardy harr, you alive, I'm a riot
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| That's not a brag, that's science
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| Back from the bellows of hell
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| Back from the back of a jail in a cell
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| Back from the common degrees to the con and the creed
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| Back to the streets from the East
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| Back to the belly of beast
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| Back to the place of my peace
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| Back to me holding my piece
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| Anything working disturbing the peace
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| Will certainly meet the deceased, capice?
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| Oh, why must I tell 'em again?
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| What must I tell to my friend?
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| That we are born in the sin
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| And we are worshipping murderers
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| Nothing but evil do prisoners in
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| I know you heard of 'em all
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| We should just murder 'em all
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| We should just murder involved
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| And that's on the ruins we looting from all of the palace's walls
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| Let's go... |