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They say the pen’s like a sword right before my sawed-off shotty was bored
Knock on your door, pop your entire mind on the floor
Murder the usual clients just to gain the acceptance
Of a circle of super tyrants in a race for weapons
Most popular of course the AK-47
Bought a dirty bomb for nine hundred K in North Yemen
We the shifty-faced personification of militants
Facilitate pistols spray incredible distance
Behind the scenes of intrigue and the cult technology
Orchestrating chaos catapult fear in society
Seeds are planted, deceit and evil seize the planet
Make your choice: feast or famine, we creep with cannons
And spray everything like a fire truck and such
Still smoking like somebody just sparked up a Dutch
Or the Branch Davidian compound around town
Doomsday can start now, motherfucker count down