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Bang-bang your head to this

And get hit by the metal fist
Another metaphor straight from my murder list
I can do this, get up and school this
Those who
Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy

Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller or Stroh
That's
and flash of lightning
Storms of metal raining down
Little hands that cradle ashes
Little eyelids heavy, head run aground

Will the cross and all its stations
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
 I'm runnin' in the rain
 Gonna run till my feet are raw

 Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
 And I'm
on the up

I picked up a guitar
What does that signify?
I'm gonna play
Some heavy metal riffs
And you will die
You wanted arts
And crafts
How's this
on SACRED STEEL's second Onslaught of Metallic Rage "WARGODS OF METAL"]
a heavy metal band 

[chorus] That's a red flag, that's a bad sign, 
That's a good fit somethin' ain't right 
Hold on there, I wouldn't go there 
If I
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
a little less reckless, 
All she needed was some settle down, 
But all she got was a second-hand Chevy with a peddle to the metal headed out of town.
pop like the bubbely
When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs
Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass
Mobocracy, live by mob rules
If niggas
the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crust
Walked in my dressing room, and then I
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."

You wanna die intentionally due to your
got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier
got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier
Oracle arouse, niggas don't even run for cover right 
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands 
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old
-point-six-two millimetre Kalashnikov rifle,
Fires seven-point-two-six-six-two millimetre rounds, M one-ninety.

Muzzle velocity seven hundred and ten metres per second
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg 
Who works at W.A.N.T. 
He puts two or three eggs in him 
And he's in your car by 6.00 am 

He lives for
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
the plate in my head is heavy metal

Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs
The international civil war assassins
Geological,
Whatchu talkin bout?

[Dove]
Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face
and you.  Them heavy metal guys, they're regular folks like me and you.
So man, for
brotherhood, for peace, fraternity, equality, I decided that I, Mojo
Gotta make it past the devil 
So guns I got several 
And everybody plays the fool says Aaron Nevelle 
But I just play to win holler back like heavy