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Removal
05:31
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(This is my)
Hate speech.
That fat leach
cockroach
can choke on bleach.
She lives a lie
as her children cry
but she don't care
because she's so fried.
Lay her to waste like a wasted life form.
Cut her out like the cancer she is.
Lay her to waste like a wasted life form.
Be the knife that will save your children's lives.
(Blood sucking)
Succubus.
She sucks you dry
but you're still alive.
You got one more try
so make it wise
and leave her behind.
You've got a case
so lay her to waste.
Lay her to waste like a wasted life form.
Cut her out like the cancer she is.
Lay her to waste like a wasted life form.
Be the knife that'll save your life.
Always in a pool of her puss.
Don't let your scalpel rust.
Self-surgery to remove that growth.
You've got to break the oath.
You've got to be your own doctor
now!
Hideous beast
under sheets
holds you hostage.
Steals your skeet.
Makes your offspring
poisoned, weak.
Home school's for fools.
Surgery
to cut her out.
Rusty scalpel
kills the doubt.
Once that first incision's made
jam in the raid grenade.
Lay her to waste like a wasted life form.
Lay her to die like the cancer she is.
Lay her to waste.
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2. |
AWOL
04:34
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Weekdays are for suffering.
All my friends are on heroin.
Weekdays are for suffering.
They told us to bomb a place full of children.
Weekdays are for suffering.
Kids hold our hands when we walk to town.
Weekends are for buffering.
They pay the prostitutes to suck us down.
Those crosses I won't bare
and the drill sergeant just stares.
Going AWOL from this place
tonight.
Tonight.
AWOL when they all sleep.
I ran away from the government pay.
AWOL when they all sleep.
Every day away's a beautiful day.
AWOL when they all sleep.
I cut the tracker out from under my skin.
Weekdays are for running.
They try to catch me.
They'll never find me.
Those crosses I won't bare
and the drill sergeant is scared.
I went AWOL from that place
last night.
Last night.
Fine morning, no bugle.
I slept in till almost ten.
Tomorrow I see a man
who's got my new identity.
No crosses or boss men.
That sergeant boils over.
Prized pupil escaped him
with a new identity.
Boss showed me the distance
but I ran right past.
Boss puppetry bullshit.
That hand up your ass.
Boss showed me the distance.
Boss showed me the way.
Boss showed me the distance
to a new identity.
Those crosses I won't bare
and the drill sergeant just stares.
Going AWOL from this place
tonight.
Tonight.
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3. |
Fake Money
05:07
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I'm the counterfeiter
spending money that I made.
Scanner and a printer.
Stacking twenties, over paid.
First it went to strippers.
Lap dances, crotch to face.
I can almost taste success
and I'll never get a job.
Burn the money behind the church.
Feeling like a fucking lurcher.
Burn the evidence in the dumpster
just like a fucking lurcher.
Just like a lurch.
Pocket full of fake bills.
Hand em to the hands.
Transaction's completion.
Goods and services.
Curvatures
and afterwards, burgers.
Drive thru number 4.
"Sir this is a fake twenty."
Pedal to the floor!
Burn the money behind the church.
Acting like a fucking lurcher.
Burn the money behind the church, yeah!
No evidence when they start the search.
Secret service agent
came knocking at my door.
My dad got a lawyer
and we went to the death star.
I'm interrogated.
Federal agent's black binder.
They had 2 bills
with the same serial number.
I got off easy.
Had to piss in a cup.
Once a week, yeah.
Dick watched by a federal cop.
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