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[Chorus - Dice
are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you sing for me
a song, singing man
Sing a song, man
Sing song, singing man
Sing another song, man
Sing a for me
Sing a for me

[P.O.R.N.]
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so
One life to live, and I'm to risk it
Terror that the world has never existed
Left so many clues, now how they miss it?
Sadistic, ballistic, a word and pick it
Long as it means the is on my shit list
Walking bomb, my mind is on tick-tick
Countdown's on, its too to nix it
I'm so anxious, so, so
The ones I hate barely what my name is
Have no that I'm armed and dangerous
Willing to spill my to be famous
to spill my blood to make changes
Look for a suicide note to this
Heinous, inking the ache from my
Sounds insane, you're my language...

[Black
One for the pressing, two for the
Three for the blessing, for the loss
Kid a weapon, walk like a corpse
In the face of transgression, military Kalash-
-Nikova or or a pitchfork
He killing cause he feel he got nothing to for
In a war heads from men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign dealer
killer, he look 35
He changed his name to No-Man-Survive
When he smoke that leaf, shorty he can fly
He loot and terrorize and shoot the eyes
Who to blame, its a shame, the youth was
Wishing he could see the truth, to see the lies
And he wouldn't have to his barrel to target you
His heart give you the years of scar tissue...

[Truck
Uh, what you're witnessing is dedication
by the call and the cause of the nation
Countdown, minutes away from
A lifetime of grunt work, this is the
My manner, seems patient, inner rage
So deep, I can taste it, sacrifice lives
the first sensation, to paradise I fly
Delusions are lighting up the sky
The last days of spent in extreme secrecy
Wolves dressed like sheep occur more
Too much faith to be scared, the both fled
Those who live fearing death, might as be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will fall
Martyr or mass murderer? That's call
Mass transit or a mall? Who can them all?
In the of the merciful, sing me a song...