it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands till the early light Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead where they stand Ain't no stopping
Blasting our way through the boundaries of Hell No one can stop us tonight We take on the world with hatred inside Mayhem, the reason we fight Surviving
By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front and they publicity stunts and propaganda Keep it private 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop
Woo! Blasting our way through the boundaries of hell No one can stop us tonight We take on the world with the hatred inside Mayhem the reason we fight
with drug spells We advance through burning sands in slug hells Chemical warfare gasmask is the savior Temporary relief, release from the danger Silence is a stranger, anger commanding
psyclone on a mission? Sick dogs we run deep creep come up while you sleep The strong pray on the weak drop your heat And protect yourself defend yourself stop
a rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country said son, It's time you stopped
or something. (You fuckin wack ass nigga) (laughing in background) [Verse One] Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet That busy signal bullshit is dead
our backs against the wall And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments Stop
made his choice, Patricia was the one He took her by her hand and led her down His private hell, caught in his command Patricia Lutz took death by its
feud has just begun, go Dead silence lies beneath me Like a mortuary where dead dreams linger I have witnessed the solution I won't suffer without fighting Time won't stop
you can't stop progress Yzmapolis is growing and soon, soon, soon it will become: Yzmapolis, Mega-apolis, my purple legacy Yzmapolis, there's no stop
SKIES EVIL FORCES GIVE COMMAND TO DIE STRIKE THE HEART OF THE PEACEFUL WORLD-FLAMES STILL BURNING IN THE DARK OF NIGHT [PART 2] THE WORLD STOPS AT THIS
back As you stand before death All alone Dead are your tears As the deep hit of death shatters your soul With no mercy at command You return to ever
the dead, uncertain step without a chance of life, rips your fucking health off, mouldy worms excrete product of emaciated microbs, prince of circulation of the blood commands
a rifle we could keep When I first laid eyes on the general I knew he was a fightin' man He was every inch a soldier every word was his command Well
death starts to unfold It's loud like the worlds at an end Your in a blood fury the metal won't stop Onlookers they bang at command Cutting your palm
If Moses had heard about it There would've been another commandment Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver Whilst all thine fat is in the fire This isn