47s and Mac11s
Ultra Be Thy Name
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Black roses paint my mission Love is not more than decision Death apart, hell is fiction Mass murder, culmination My perception, floating souls And bleeding cold would be perfection My deception, being bold Im living less with no objections Now my death will be abyssmal Blind and deaf would be my pistol Rank and low, affiliation Pariahs are the connections End my life, lethal injection Gypsy bitches, my election Bout to take a piss In your fucking dream of liberation A shotgun is my religion Color grey is my division Blinding spot Red minions Getting close to extermination Heritage from generations Doom impending, my selection Creeping Death, the devil's idol Grippin on my fucking rifle I know my lifes accidental And for that bitch I got a rental Pulling up to the mental Triple 6 my fundamental Chosen doctrine is abuse And the horror would be my icon Gods and angels I refuse I born again, repeat the cycle
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