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[Verse 1: 7evenThirty] |
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They call me the angel of death |
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Sent to bring the pain til it ain’t nothin’ left |
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Seatbelt tight strapped in the Black Falcon, sound system bangin’ one decibel to deaf |
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Shot me in a rocket down to Earth sole mission is to make more listeners |
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Take no prisoners/ Rated R take apart *****s violent/ Can’t look away |
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Made an art with it stylish/ Hardcore *****t |
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*****s ‘round my way they all sick, but bossman sent me |
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Say I slay the hardest/ I don’t know maybe it’s the way I disregard *****t |
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I been doing this for centuries/ Eat ‘em all quick |
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Where I come from is where they can’t hear you scream |
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No mercy, blood thirsty, all black, mean/ We seek ‘em out, ***** ‘em out, clean ‘em out, leave |
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Jump planet to planet, repeat the same thing |
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[Hook] |
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Come on/ Get it crunk one time/ Jump the ***** up, get ya hands high/ Tear this *****t up, set it on fire/ Ya all outta time/ Ya all gotta die |
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[Verse 2: 7evenThirty] |
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Pierce through the stratosphere, now breaking a****osphere |
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Fallin’ straight down, headed fast for the clouds |
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A thousand miles per hour as I ride in the ****pit you see the fire |
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Unidentified Falling Object Like...[BOOM]/ I just bust through a plane |
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People flying everywhere, heavy metal flames |
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The wind feels strange, cause the windchill changed, now my wind *****eld’s stained with entrails and brains |
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Whippers on/ I bring lightning storms |
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The power causes city lights to flicker off and on |
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Feel the noise when the hand of God touch down. Sonic boom sound |
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Crater in the ground/ Witness the pre-apocalyptic sound |
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This is the end, ain’t no use for optimism now |
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So hold tight and keep up with the body count |
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Cause I’m ‘bout to flip the style and I’m ‘bout to hit the ground right now |
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[Hook] |