You hate fashion You hate trends Jump around Impress your friends Spike your hair Rip your jeans You're a fucking Fashion victim
: He's a victim of his own time In his vintage suit and tie He's a casualty dressed to the teeth In the latest genocide The new seasons come and
robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa
niggaz! I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa
is what you want me to learn, surrender Gender hatred, fade it to kill it, compassion returns One out of three and they say my sisters are free Incarcerated by hatred, propagated by sodomy Continual ritual victimizing
killin' fiend Blood and that ready water makes me fiend for another vic So I went to the 50 acres to find me a victim to trick Victim was spotted, realizin
cleansing's here/(ch)/commoners kill eachother anotyher racial riot/ethnic cleansing is allright as long as it's kept quiet/the gods have called upon us to kill
shackles kill but look so lovely maintain reputation squeezed to fit the mold she's made to living their aesthetics giving freely but dishonor sun peeling
into jazz and felt berets Far from that old eastern shore Searchin' for strange metaphors I don't want to be another victim of fashion No I don't want
Marching our way through the crypts of the dead Taking his land by command Killing the victims and taking no slaves Hitler's final Third Reich The engines
of it start killing it start killing and kick the baggage and ego to the ground stop singing that shit we're tired of it start killing it so start killing
want me to learn. Surrender gender hatred, fade it to kill it, compassion returns. 1 out of 3, and they say my sisters are free, incarcerated by hat- red. Propagated by sodomny, continual ritual victimizing
away her freedom She's looking for her chains With a heart turned hard, back to a way That could save her life She ventures out in a curious fashion
damn' You ain't grown out your hood mentality and I don't 'give a damn' If you got 97inch rims and I don't 'give a damn' About your fashion victim ass
killa! In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz! I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa
Tradução: Asesino. Fashion Victim.
Attention Unbelievers Fashion victims Opportunists Blood sport Cop killer Don't trust art Don't trust culture Cancel your thoughts out forever
