Kings of the underground, hardest of the hardcore.
Bottles flyin' all
Cruising down pine street, she comes up to the door.
I
I'VE GROWN ANGRY, VIOLENT, HOMICIDAL
MY GOD LOOK HOW IVE GROWN
...Let the riot begin
Hear the animals call, it's like a
Pull over, I've got work to do.
I've got a tire
We kill children, just to watch them die.
Come here little
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