Let′s go...

Anarchists put a flame to a tire

Walk around with the fire round necksMankind gotta deal with a new kind of

Mind I'm a quick death wrapped in a threat

Tell these fuzzy little weak-heart bunny babies back up or get wet

Never mind where you draw the line I

Got a mind for crime it′s false disrespect

I'm a all red fire on the flesh, you're a lunchbox walking erect

Tasty treats from the lungs to the flesh to the neck

Who′s hungry? The table′s set, come get it

Games the game but you can't run with

It, have fun with it, enjoy your suffering

Kernel panic, trauma the Russian

Empty the clip while your clip′s still bluffing

Look in the eye of the violent and villainous

We are the murderous militants

We are the pirates that hide on the island invade or be wilding

Marauding and murdering merchantmen

We have been cursed by the curse

We shooting first on our turf

Pay us our proper respect

You pray for your God, take in the perverse

He sent the worst of the worst

Every damn human disperse

We put them all in a hearse

We put them under the earth

We are the savages ravaging hell

Death in the air, we relish the smell

We are the hand of the Lord

We are the hand with the sword

Taking the heads of the faith

We are the sealers of fate

We are the face of the snake

Let's go...

The enemies of the state

Pardon me, your mistake

See, I′m raised to eat pain

Appetite decides faith

Me and Mike mount the Hellcat

Armed to the pearl whites like yikes

20 sex sketches, the girl rejects us

Free now go to the lights

Me and Mike bring delight to the knife fight

Get 29 grand like

Me, I just take a life

Might light 29 grands up in a night

Turn last laugh in defiance

Born to brawl boy, the bastard alliance

Hardy harr, you alive, I'm a riot

That′s not a brag, that's science

Back from the bellows of hell

Back from the back of a cell in a jail

Back from the common decrees to the common degree

Back to the streets from the East

Back to the belly of beast

Back to the place of my piece

Back to me holding my piece

Anything worth of disturbing the peace

Will certainly meet the deceased, capice?

Oh, why must I tell 'em again?

What must I tell to my friend?

That we are born in the sin

And we are worshipping murderers

Nothing but evil duplicitous men

I know you heard of ′em all

We should just murder ′em all

We should just murder and bll

And that's on the ruins we looting from all of

The palace′s walls

Let's go...