| Three ungrateful swine who drinks the wine
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| Someone harvested in summertime
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| Are off to
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| Sip
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| The juice straight from the vine
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| And to cut the fruit from the pie
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| But to conceal nothing’s naïve in kind
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| Repaid in bundle and gutted blind
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| And so the trap is set — the son of Seth
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| Will slither into dull lullabies
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| Karma’s just another bitch
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| Born and bred upon the illwill of some
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| Malignant sign, like a star in the sky!
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| Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers in the night
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| They came they saw they conqured all
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| The shit the flis the mud and straw
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| Goddamn the god who this infant spawned
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| Now it’s high time to enslave them all
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| And since she got away scot free with all the crap
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| With who in fact put the child ‘neath her skin and fat
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| Not for fame nor famine they concocted plans
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| They all did it for a laugh!
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| So sully the name whenever you will
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| They all blamed the ass when the donkey was killed
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| Now the fat of the land — The lard of god
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| Is a bible belt bursting upon
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| A hell belly full of wrath
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| Concocted aftermath
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| Of a super silent God
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| Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers in the night
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| Came, saw, conquered all
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| The waste and flies and mud and straw
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| And damned deed of the silent seeking servants of the spawn
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| It should’ve been the best plan no one ever had
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| But in a land of sand where Arabs run mad
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| This tale was all but a taste of what’s to come
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| With the slaughter as mortar
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| Brick by brick to build the order
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| A ghost from the past
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| A son, a father and a cast
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| The birth of a new age
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| Born from rage
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| Fee, fi, foe, fum
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| And by the pricking of my thumbs
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| Something wicked on donkey back
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| This was comes!
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| Beware the flying starchild for when in Rome
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| The slaughter commenced in the manner known well
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| To a child raised by an old vicious tome
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| In a damp hole of a home
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| So sully the name whenever you will
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| Who can blame the ass who remains alive still
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| And after all it should’ve been known
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| It wasn’t even close to be real
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| Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers learned too well today
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| That nothing’s in the way
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| When a foe keeps twisting words you say
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| Into prayers gone astray |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baby Jee and the 3 Stalkers , by - Sterbhaus. Song from the album New Level of Malevolence, in the genre Метал