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I've been known for poppin tha trunk and pull out a chainsaw Yeah I've been known for poppin a punk and then eat his brains raw I've been up to no fuckin good and I'm bout to get worse So go put on your Sunday best I'm comin with the hearse And I'm stacking bodies till the Gods notice Twin Desert Eagles and a shotty and they are loaded I carved a cross in every bullet then I said a hex The way it hits ya will determine where ya headed next Heaven or hell… I've got blood on my hands and I love it so much I think I'll do it again I'm a homicidal psycho two barrels unload Gun powder in my eyes and your head explodes Murder, murder it's all they wrote I am the devil and I’m here to do the devil’s work Murder, murder it's all I know With a Kel-Tec and a shovel I return ya to the dirt Gettin even I believe in incantations summon demons Strap them up with mac 11s Heathen king I'm leading legions I'm worse than Neegan I ain't leavin till no one is breathin My veins are ice just check the temperature it's fuckin freezin Murder I wrote it chapters written in the tears of mothers Suffering I tote it I ain't ask for this it's in the numbers The son of seven I'm the seventh son of Malachi Brought into the world to cleanse the evil that's the alibi Letras de cancionesAnd I ain't done until these bastards choke to death on ashes Every single last one is stuffed inside a fuckin casket The depths of hell all the shadows call me Abaddon Raised up where those shadows dwell from birth I'm evils Padawan Murder, murder Murder, murder Murder, murder I've got blood on my hands and I love it so much I think I'll do it again I'm a homicidal psycho two barrels unload Gun powder in my eyes and your head explodes Murder, murder it's all they wrote I am the devil and I’m here to do the devil’s work Murder, murder it's all I know Kel-Tec and a shovel I return ya to the dirt From Letras Mania