| I speak peace when peace is spoken
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| But I speak war when your hate is provoking
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| The season is open 24−7-365
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| Man up yo time to ride
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| No need to hide behind slogans of deceit
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| Claiming that you’re a religion of peace
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| We just don’t believe you
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| We can clearly see through
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| The madness that you’re feeding your people
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| Jihad the cry of your unholy war
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| Using the willing, the weak and poor
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| From birth drowning in propaganda, rhetoric and slander
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| All we can say is damn ya
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| My forefathers fought and died for this here
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| I’m stronger than your war of fear
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| Are we clear?
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| If you step in my hood
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| It’s understood
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| It’s open season
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| I don’t need a faith that’s blind
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| Where death and hate bring me peace of mind
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| With views that are stuck deep in the seventh century
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| So much sand in your eyes to blind to see
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| The venom that you leaders preach
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| Is the path to your own destruction
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| Your own demise
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| You might say that I don’t understand but your disgust for me is what I realize
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| Surprise!
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| Your homicidal ways has got the whole world watching
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| Whole world scoping
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| So if you bring it to my home base
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| Best believe it
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| The season’s open
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| I see you
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| Hell yeah I see you
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| Motherfucker now
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| I don’t wanna be you
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| If you come to my place
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| I’ll drop more than just some bass
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| Yo you’ll get a taste of a
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| Sick motherfucker from the Dirty
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| I ain’t worrying not a fucking bit
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| I’m telescoping like Hubble
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| Yo you in trouble
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| Yo on the double
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| I’m wild with mine
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| Bring that style with mine
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| Fuck with my family I’ll end your life
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| Just the way it is
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| Just the way it be
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| Do you understand?
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| No matter if you’re woman or man, or child
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| My profile is crazy
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| That shit you do doesn’t amaze me
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| I’m ready to blaze thee
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| I don’t give a damn what god you claim
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| I’ve seen the innocent that you’ve slain
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| On my streets you’re just fair game
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| Like a pig walk to your slaughter
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| The heat here is so much hotter
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| And my views won’t teeter totter or fluctuate
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| Step to me you just met your fate
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| And I’ll annihilate
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| With the skill of a Shogun assassin
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| Slicing and dicing precise with a passion
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| In any shape form or fashion
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| Bring it to my home
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| Welcome to the danger zone
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| Cause your attitude’s the reason
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| The triggers keep squeezing
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| The hunt is on and it’s open season
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| It’s |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Season, artist - Stuck Mojo. Album song Southern Born Killers, in the genre Ню-метал