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Stop Us
03:22
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We hope the virus kills the weak, it’s true.
And If you’re triggered, the weak is you.
In no way are we some sort of saints, we just live for today.
If you think our time is wasted like a fight against government power; Just worry about your own, don’t waste yours on ours.
For so long we worried about the world around our heads.
Now we find, no time due for our crimes.
It’s everybody’s freedom to rot your crotch or blacken your lungs. We live a lot or a little, but never forever.
We live for what matters, only our own eyes!
They say success is the sweetest revenge. We think thats petty, so we got to pull the pin. Before we became the militant three
We came from the backyards,
The streets of B.P.
Who knows what the future will bring....
All we know is: no one can stop us now.
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2. |
F.Y.N.L
00:56
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Pull your hair and smack your ass. Dom, degrade you, fuck you good. Not a bitch, you're just a sub.
Drag you, make you eat my scrum.
Spit first tattoo on her asshole, fuck you no lube.
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3. |
Hollow Tip
02:27
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Six-pack at home, been sober since eight. Not a dime to cure my drought.
The wife won’t leave, she always say:
For a divorce you gotta pay
Jane doe, became her name. A bloody stump without a face.
Her face was blown away with a hollow tip. Credit for the ring, cash for the clip.
That dry day, as I got home,
the usual scene. The bitch, she wasn’t alone. In freshman years I’d throw a fit,
But by this time I’m used to it.
Call me pathetic, call me weak
It don’t mean shit once I have a drink.
But they went and left me a beer-less fridge So instead of the liquor store,
I turned to the clip.
Jane doe, became her name.
A bloody stump without a face.
Her face was blown away with a hollow tip. Credit for the ring, cash for the clip.
We don’t know who she is,
But we know what she did
“Don’t drink my beer” carved in her skin A wedding ring dug in as the “o”.
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4. |
El Destino de la Fuck It
03:05
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Living on the run,
And living day by day.
On a 4x4,
But it ain’t a cheverolet.
For just 60 bucks,
He can numb your pain. Look into his ear,
And you can see his brains.
Only answers on the “Snap”
Never knows where the burner’s at. Problem solver on the strip,
With a mack 10 on the side of his hip.
Aint living right.
Aint afraid to die.
With uncowardly might, I repeat these nights. No salvation in sight, No balance to life. Shit’s never been right It will never be right.
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5. |
Peeping Ska
01:17
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6. |
Celebrity Death Worship
01:27
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Tom Petty’s dead,
Who gives a shit about your last dance with Mary Jane When the real heart-breaker was the Vegas bullet rain.
Celebrities only matter when they’re dead.
Fuck Prince, Michael Jackson and Bowie. You only love them for your facebook story. Too bad they don't have instagram in hell, They'll never see your RIP post, oh well!
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Walking down the street, eyes on my back.
"If he ain't working, he must be smoking crack!"
I gave you, I gave you, 1 fucking chance, and what did you do?
You stabbed in my back.
I'm the one of the Seventh Sun, and I'll lock you away
I'll make you bleed, it's what you do to me. I'm homicidal, I'm a maniac. A teacher, a preacher, a matter of fact.
Fuck with me?
If you choose, then my heart you gain but you're soul you lose.
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8. |
Fuckin' With My Head
03:09
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She's always fucking with my head
Making me lose sleep at night when I'm alone inside my bed She's always fucking with my head
It's not what she does to me it's when she does it to my friends
I told myself this was no pushover girl
I should've known how quickly she would come along and destroy my world Dancing with my friends and now she's dancing with me
We spin all night until I have to break free
She's always fucking with my head
Making me lose sleep at night when I'm alone inside my bed She's always fucking with my head
It's not what she does to me it's when she does it to my friends
I cheated myself like I knew that I would
I told myself you were trouble I should've known that you were no good Lying awake at night thinking about what you're doing
Pick up the phone make a call that's when the storm started brewing
She's always fucking with my head
Making me lose sleep at night when I'm alone inside my bed She's always fucking with my head
It's not what she does to me it's when she does it to my friends
She's always fucking with my head
Making me lose sleep at night when I'm alone inside my bed She's always fucking with my head
It's not what she does to me it's when she does it to my friends
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9. |
You're Out
01:55
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You piece of shit, tripped out sick.
Lost your mind, lost it quick.
You'll get yours, get it soon.
In my mind there ain’t to room for bullshit drama, what a waste of time.
Now your new shit sucks even worse than mine.
When i think of all the things you did and said,
I see a shitty boss instead of a friend.
Everybody sees just what you be....

You called me a loser and a fiend,
Now you cant be heard or seen.
So listen to me sing.
It isn't just Law, it's everyone you know.
You've planted the seed and now it's grown,
to blow up in your face 
in this song of the Grenade
Just like when karma blamed you for date rape.

Through the years that squint turned into a pucker
that's why I fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker.
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10. |
Sweep the Leg
01:22
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Strike first.
Strike hard.
No mercy.
Strike first, strike hard, no mercy Cobra Kai!
In this dojo, mercy is for the weak. We don’t train to be merciful.
In competition or in the street, Any man is your enemy.
Sweep the leg, get ‘em a body bag! Is there a problem Mr. Lawrence?
Fear does not exist in this dojo. Pain does not exist in this dojo. Defeat does not exist in this dojo.
Do you have a problem with that? No sensei, no mercy
Sweep the Leg!
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11. |
Joy Ride
02:05
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I have a razor edge problem, it won't let me fucking go. Scrape me off a piece and shove it up my nose.
Red and blue sirens in my rearview mirror.
I need a few minutes so I can think clearer.
Park on the corner and scrape me off a line, I'm going on a joy ride.
I hate the cops, they’re always after me.
They say a driver driving high is a driver driving recklessly.
Holy shit, I'm almost dry!
But it's a nice day for a Sunday Drive.
Park on the corner and scream me up a line, then I'm back on the gas at last, I'm going on a joy ride!
I'm going down south to live down in Mexico.
I tell the cops to leave me be, but the cops, no they don't hear me though. Thirty-four miles, I'm almost free. With LA’s finest, they’re all chasing after me. But they don't stand a chance and neither do I.
They're never going to catch me alive!
I'm going on a joy ride!
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12. |
Need I No More
02:47
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Need I no more, pain no more.
Relief for less than a $20 whore.
I need it, I need it, I need it right now. Pain-killers at my grocery store.
The pain just don't stop. Need I no more pills to pop.
Need I know more, I need no less. Numb is my face and
numb is my stress.
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it inside.
Fuck all of you and fuck all the rest.
Need I know more I need just one. Seizures and foaming all for fun and I'm coming down.
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