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He's the one who kills what you like

And the same peace of shit that ate you're fucking wife

The scars on his wrists are still sore

He ain't no vegetarian but sure ass hell hardcore

We all paid fucking taxes for those programs of you

while motherfucking maniacs are still running out loose

For those who died I demand the killers head

If nothings gonna change we'll take justice to our own hands

So why don't you just die - DIE! - I ain't impressed

Who do think you are - DIE - You make be depressed

What the fuck do you mean - DIE - I'm just not like you

Gimme a gun and I'll shoot - ALL - Sick fucks like you

(DIE MOTHERFUCKER!)

DIE!

DIE!

D I E ! !