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Back on track, my AK'47 at hand

Hell yeah I'm packed and I kill on command

The idiocy of killing for Allah, oh my god

Confused and full of hate

I'll take you to war

Waste everyone that criticizes my god

Liberate my radical ideas and you'll see

My religion is not what it's cracked up to be

Just a few more years of screams and shouts to finally realize there's no way out

On the verge of cleansing my reality I face my final enemy

Back on track, my AK'47 at hand

Hell yeah I'm packed and I kill on command

The new league of terror can't be judged the idiocy of killing for god

What a stung