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Now you all are dead, time to face truth No heaven, no hell, nowhere to exist or dwell You're turning into mud and dust, fertilizing our soil Like an

While boss Bellini, waved his smoking pistol around Saying "The nag is dead meat, we can't afford to carry dead weight" The whole company standing about Not making a sound

other for doing fuck all Will achieve nothing but the strengthening of the status quo. Punk has spawned another rock and roll elite, Cheap Rotten Vicious

THERE WILL BE NO DECEIT (MY FEET I CRUSH. THE FLESH I CUT AWAY, SO AS TO NOT PRODUCE THE SOUND OF THEIR PRESENCE ON ROTTEN GROUND) BAPTIZED IN VITRIOLIC

ground And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around saying "The nag is dead meat" "We caint afford to carry dead weight" The whole company standing about Not making a sound

ground And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around saying "The nag is dead meat" "We caint afford to carry dead weight" The whole company standing about Not making a sound

time battle talk I catastrophically trap a rapper topically Travel at velocities that avalanche your property I promptly open arm the potent pathways To crack eggs on your catch phrase Pourin rotten

the ground And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around saying "The nag is dead meat" "We caint afford to carry dead weight" The whole company standing about Not making a sound