Riding around town with no lights on Bumpin' Darkthrone out my Audi A4 Pentagram on my shawty torso Nails on my neck bout blood soaked I ain't got no heart it's still in Moscow You must not be flame if you got smoke Blood so cold, where my trench coat?
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Ever since I was a fetus I knew that I could be this reincarnated elated Crowley I'm misunderstood and I'm proud about it now I'm rounding up all the calloused and malice And puttin' em all up in a palace call it The White House no power balance Let me get another shot at living And I'll never take it for granted again I swear to what? None Hallway greeted with a gun How has it come to this everybody run Police will put you in a wooden box in the ground If you look at em wrong in the wrong part of town But a mothafucka with a gun at a campus blastin' away At the staff and masses you'll let Live on again With no regrets Oh, bet Who the fuck let you paint the land all red It's all a mess I'm just a guest Go blast Your local press Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
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Compositor: Eric Whitney (Ghostemane) ECAD: Obra #22617691