Too Many Muslims, Not Enough Bullets Lyrics


The eclipse of your crescent moon,

Brought forth in full bloom.

For unto you

A plague is born

Imprinted upon this world.

His holy disillusionment

Ushered unto the winds

Of fools and beggars.

The schizophrenic terrorist,

Holy haram

Branded upon the vaginal born,

Whilst his seed secrets the open canvas

Of an underage girl.

I'll plaster the pedophiles face

Upon every wall

And blank slant

To trigger his sissy shit stain excuse

of a a brainwashed flock.

A sexist,

Schizophrenic hobo hearing voices.

Death and terror wrought

With every letter stitched together

And claims it's self a race,

In the eyes of the obvious differences,

Various creeds and sects

Able to gain entry

By loss of free thought and dignity.

What race is this?

Able to become one at a whim.

Against nature,

Against logic,

Against the basic laws of physics.

All who can believe a pedo can split the moon,

Are useless and ignorant idiots.

Division,

Imprisonment,

War built upon suppression and fear,

his holy word and turban

Only usefull to wipe my ass

or wipe the blood

From his caved in skull

From the impact of my words

And gun.

Every tortured woman and child will head my words.