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[Chorus - Raw]
are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna for me
Sing a song, man
Sing a song, man
Sing another song, man
another song, singing man
Sing a for me
a song for me

[P.O.R.N.]
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so
One life to live, and I'm willing to it
Terror the world has never known existed
Left so many clues, now how they miss it?
Sadistic, ballistic, find a and pick it
as it means the world is on my shit list
Walking time bomb, my mind is on
Countdown's on, its too to nix it
I'm so anxious, so, so
The I hate barely know what my name is
no clue that I'm armed and dangerous
Willing to my blood to be famous
Willing to my blood to make changes
Look for a suicide note to this
Heinous, inking the ache my anguish
insane, you're speaking my language...

[Black
One for the pressing, two for the
for the blessing, four for the loss
Kid holding a weapon, like a corpse
In the face of transgression, military issue
-Nikova or machete or a
He cause he feel he got nothing to live for
In a war heads from men like Charles Taylor
And seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
killer, he look 35
He changed his name to Little
he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly
He loot and and shoot between the eyes
Who to blame, its a shame, the youth was
he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies
And he wouldn't have to raise his to target you
His can't give you the years of scar tissue...

[Truck
Uh, what you're is true dedication
Charged by the call and the cause of the
Countdown, minutes from detonation
A of grunt work, this is the culmination
My manner, seems patient, inner lies
So deep, I can taste it, sacrifice lives
Past the first sensation, to I fly
Delusions are lighting up the sky
The last of mine spent in extreme secrecy
Wolves dressed like occur more frequently
Too much to be scared, the petrified both fled
Those who live fearing death, might as be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will fall
Martyr or mass That's your call
Mass transit or a mall? Who can them all?
In the of the merciful, sing me a song...