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Sandy Nachoz
01:27
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Let me tell you, something Mean Gene
You've been running from Macho, like I got cheese
Sugar is sweet, well so is honey
I'll tell you something, nothing means nothing
The tower of power, too sweet to be sour
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Funky like a monkey, skies the limit
And guess what space is this place
(You) Know, I'm the cream of the crop,
And the cream, always rises to the top,
Ex-pect-the-un-ex-pect-
Ted in the kingdom of madness...
BOW DOWN, to the kingdom of madness.
I've been everywhere, from soaring with the eagles,
To slithering with, those slithery snakes
2 referees or 200,000 doesnt matter,
cuz I'm, the Fucking Macho King!
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Money Laundered Savior
03:35
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Black as the night, is your accursed life, for failing to reach your salvation
In God you trust, rectify your disgust, by destroying without hesitation
Make it quick, kill 'em all is the trick, mass graves are the only thing left
Do as your told, these fossils are gold, as the innocent take their last breath
Unearth the ground, human waste abound, as the meek carry on in denial
Fuck you latte, iPod, net worth and Prozac, these are not the tools for survival
There's no right, there is no wrong, there's only popular opinion.
The wars of Earth and the battles of man are made by unanimous decisions
Hold your honor with both hands clasped, pray to a being who won't listen
Submit to faith, Shun the logic, and don't complain when your miracles are missing!
I hate your existence and the comfort of your ignorance
Your false reality makes me wanna draw blood
Desecrate the code of respect and loyalty
For a paycheck that's not worth my left nut
We our insane and this world is our insanity
Mindless apes that control our society.
We live our lives to see you wretches, FALLLL!
We hate this planet you've built and we shall reclaim all.
I hate your existence and the comfort of your ignorance
Your false reality makes me wanna draw blood
Selling common sense for omnipotence
We wipe our asses of you ignorant masses.
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Prescribed Pestilence
04:52
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Fuel, the plague, of control,
With sanctioned, labotomies.
You fret, for drug free, offspring,
(while) ignorantly, perscribing, the means.
Soulless, husks, litter your playgrounds.
molding, the future of, your trace left, behind.
Mutilate, the unborn, with your prenatal, infection.
Its only till, there's blood on your hand, that you'll finally learn, your lesson.
Eating through, there wombs, with there never-ending hunger.
Ripping skin, cosuming flesh, tearing your,mind assunder.
(The) method, of obedience, has been found. doctors, without punishment, for they commit, no crime.
(Say) your leaders, dealers, your reavers, of souls.
Crippling, the young, to benefit, the old.
Long-term, effects viewed, as baseless thinking
short-term, gains, hold the only, relevent meaning.
Mutilate, the unborn, with your prenatal, infection.
Its only till, there's blood on your hand, that you'll finally learn, your lesson.
Eating through, there wombs, with there never-ending hunger.
Ripping skin, cosuming flesh, tearing your,mind assunder.
Abominations, quelled by, your greed laced, entrails.
Destruction's hand, propelled for, the price of, free will.
The reckoning, has come, your curtains, draw near
We are, the outcome, your statistics, shall fear.
Nightmares now roam the land
Fear this plague you can't control
The product left behind
By a nation dead and cold
Bloody, flesh, dripping south,
Mutating, the entire, globe.
Mutilate, the unborn, with your prenatal, infection.
Its only till, there's blood on your hand, that you'll finally learn, your lesson.
Eating through, there wombs, with there never-ending hunger.
Ripping skin, cosuming flesh, tearing your,mind assunder.
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