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[Chorus]This is hate musicPunch you in the face musicRaise the murder rate musicPut em in the grave musicAnd we make music for the insane to relate to itHate musicPunch you in the face musicRaise the murder rate musicPut em in the grave musicAnd we make music for the insane, the insane[Psiklone]I dream up the hate in a steel mesh cageFuck a word, I'll get a bayonet blade an edge wasteBreak a record's before their Set's straightWhile at God's and Lucifer's chess game and spot the move of the checkmateI'll blow my fuse and knock your lights outAnd push you head first off the top of your moral high-groundYou know the dealThe first man to cross the arctic draggin' a hundred huskies in a snow-mobileRhyme caught the psychotic rapperSwallow bottled anger and transform like Doctor BannerHad to zone out, there's nothing leftDeath penalty: Kickin' a undercover Fed to a sudden deathScared of my mirror image, I'm off the hookLetras de cancionesWhile you've got no conviction like you've been acquittedWoke in the grave when I died in my sleepAfraid of the dark? Wait til we finally meet[Chorus][Possessed]Here's my declaration of war, pray to The LordName of my inner child: Damien ThornLive by the way of the swordMy name don't ring bells (nah) it sounds Gabriel's HornChip off the old block of ?flats?Lunges transform oxygen to a toxic gas(Exhales) Release a breathNeed to be given lethal injections every hour to keep me deadTurn green when seeing red, beat my chestRub shoulders at me: Freeze to deathI'm armed and dangerousI carved the Star of David into the foreheads of mastered MasonsIncarcerated in a mic boothIt ain't a simile when I say I don't like youMy IQ's double your sperm countImpatient, slit my throat just to get this verse out[Chorus][Skirmish]We the greatest that you've heard, right? (right)Word life, love is blind and I couldn't see it in the firstTil I was on the receiving end of her spiteAnd my bitch of my better half pulled out my worst sideSo fuck love! We do this for the hateCall my name, the force of course is sure to prayCross my heart hope you dieDon't mean to tickle ribs when I say all jokes asideI'm done with the past, I leave historyThis the clique that I rep til the bitter end for the sweet victoryPossess his soul and see my switch blade stabFighting the person within in a rib cage matchLook, I've got hate in my eyesCome equipped with a powerful weapon and armed a dangerous mindSo I'm a aim for the skies and when I shoot for the starsOver my dead body you'll be stayin' alive[Chorus] From Letras Mania