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Kill, Kill, Kill - G.G. Allin
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Kill, Kill, Kill - Bathory
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Kill, Kill, Kill - Deadlock
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Kill, Kill, Kill - Blood Duster
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Kill, Kill, Kill - Pierces
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Kill, Kill, Kill - Moral Decline
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Kill, Kill, Kill - Rugged Monk
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Kill, Kill, Kill - Upper Room
Lice infested tenements in skull's head growing
As deformed patches of my mind spin simultaneously
Distant wharf rats gather for gutter's feast
Ablaze machine gun fire
From cities under siege
Dried blood sweet rivers flow sweetly
Look up to me when speaking my friend, black shadow and
Because we detest what you fucking say and represent
I'm equipped with excessive tools of my trade
Bitch motherfucker
Torture pain
Torture pain
Torture pain
Don't straddle the fence of mediocrity
Don't do it
Kill with a quickness when betrayed
Because to me and to all it should be
Love and death
Are equal gestures of passion
As my guns speak louder than words
Sever the ties of doubt and contradiction
Condemned
Decomposed
Dying sent of glory glory glory
Halle-fuckin'-lujah
Do you remember me
Me yeah me
Jesus from mother's cunt
wahhh...nyah..nyah
As normal as the boy next door
Come in
Enter my dark room
Thank you please
Thank you please
Thank you I'll slice your fucking throat
And please I'll fucking slice your whole fucking
existence
Thank you
But maybe maybe
Maybe you should have inquired about the boy
Fierce intense triggers
Fierce intense triggers
Spinning around the machine gun in my mind
Now lie waiting awaiting
Planes Greyhounds
How will I get there
It does not matter
As a massacre is coming to your town
Industrialised abortions
The organs lined up on the shelves
Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace
With your pitful fucking selves
So full of nothing behind the closed doors
Of your very own misery
You're getting your share of weird fucking pleasure
Watching humiliation TV
You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a board
Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords
Useful a cog in the moneymachine
Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry
That's why you Kill
Why you want to Kill
Why you should Kill
And so you Kill
Beauty pagants for the five year old
Pay-per-view Christ for your souls
The lottery of mammon will provide for you
When you are back broken useless and old
But once you are dead and they'll showed
You into the forgiving flames
They'll refer to you only by a social security number
And not your name
Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give
Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live
So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside
And continue to timely pay your fucking taxes until you all fucking dies
That's why you Kill
Why you want to Kill
Why you should Kill
Comrades come on, enter the boat.
We are about to start the hunt of our lifes.
Comrades come on, the hunt is on,
Lets get us some dead corpses,
Hunt down the weak, predators of the sea,
Oh it's my life and I am proud of it,
Comrades come on, the hunt is on,
Lets start a massacre on the open ice,
I still remember killing for the first time,
I must have hit it 100 times,
And the snow turned red all over,
It's a fucking pleasure flying the flags of my fathers,
Respect the sea,
Respect the ice,
For they are stronger than we are,
And my son will soon be a hunter,
This violence is perpetual
Comrades come on, enter the boat,
We are about to start the hunt of our lifes,
Comrades come on, the hunt is on,
Lets get us some dead corpses,
Hunt down the weak, predators of the sea.
Oh it's my life and I am proud of it,
Comrades come on, the hunt is on,
Lets start a massacre on the open ice,
Don't tell me we are cruel,
While our children are being killed every day - homicide,
And now you will tell me that anybody cares about these babies being massacred in a barbaric slaughter,
Respect the sea,
Respect the ice,
For they are stronger than we are,
And my son will soon be a hunter,
This violence is perpetual,
As long I will be our tradition will continue,
Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill...
Hunt down the weak,
As long as I shall live,
Now, Die,
As long as there is no law against the hunt and the animals don't speak,
With a cruel blow to the top of the head we will kill and hunt down the weak,
An all-American boy
Voted likely to succeed
Started hearing voices
So he made people bleed
He had to kill 13
Stopping earthquakes
Was his dream
by 1972
Herb became a normal dude
But he kept hearing voices
He was in a violent mood
He had to kill 13
Stopping earthquakes was his dream
Voices told Herb
13 must be killed
He did his best
That the orders were fulfilled
Splattered with their blood
what were you doing in my dream last night, honey
well i thought i liked that you're uptight, baby
well it's a mystery to me how you keep on slipping in
my mind
and it's downright dirty that this old wound won't heal
with time
well you could wash my brain
you could tear out my heart
but i would never forget you
you could change my world
i could make a new start
but i would never forget you
and it's kill, kill, killing me
and it's kill, kill, killing me
that i'm still in love with you
just when i think i've got you in safe keeping
that's when your memory, it comes 'round creeping
well it's an ache i can't shake and it's creeped down
deep into my core
but babe i can't fake it, i can't take this heartbreak
anymore
well you could wash my brain
you could tear out my heart
but i would never forget you
you could change my world
i could make a new start
but i would never forget you
and it's kill, kill, killing me
and it's kill, kill, killing me
that i'm still in love with you
i asked you please to leave my heart but you refused to
i can't take this pain much longer
you insist on teaching me what i already know
absence made this heart grow fonder
well you could wash my brain
you could tear out my heart
but i would never forget you
you could change my world
i could make a new start
but i would never forget you
and it's kill, kill, killing me
and it's kill, kill, killing me
The People of today
there all fucked up in there own way
they think this life's a joke a game
and success is built by wealth and fame.
The Local news is filled with fear
so your thoughts of rebellion disappear
they only show you what they want you to see
like criminals and thugs stealing money
Think for yourself
Killings a crime
Theres no war to win
Your wasting your time
we all have a choice
so think with your head
cause if you don't
Soon we'll be DEAD!
They Try to show you there own beliefs
those religious cults are a bunch of Thieves
you'll go to heaven if you pray
so send in your cash and you'll be saved
The Bible says " Killings a Sin "
lets start a war that we cant win
say were proud here we come
well were not proud you Texas scum
Theres Vietnam vets out on the streets
with no arms or legs and food to eat
they were tricked forced to kill
now there all extremely ill.
what will happen to all our troops
will they fall into the same loop
wind up poor and out on the streets
[Intro:]
Afro Samurai, die die die
Afro Samurai, kill kill kill
Afro Samurai... Afro Samurai... kill kill kill
Afro Samurai, die die die
Afro Samurai, kill kill kill
Afro Samurai, die die die
Afro Samurai, KILL KILL KILL
Afro Samurai, die die die
Afro Samurai, kill kill kill
Afro Samurai... Afro Samurai
[Rugged Monk:]
The swiftness of my sword is an understatement of my art of war
A pleasure without conscience, feeds me, to want more
Principles of karma, death before dishonor
Shadows my eyesight procedes me to fight harder
For the number one headband, stand alone as one man
Afro Samurai can be defeated by no clan
A warrior of the street through my travels of land
In any shape form or fashion, kill the streets dramatic fashion
Become unpredictable when I strike there's no missin you
My aim is too precise, move forward and real pivotal
Take sips of lemonade, take lives with my blade
Revenge my father's death 'til I reach my final days
[Chorus: x2]
Kill kill kill, Afro Samurai
Die die die, Afro Samurai
Kill kill kill, Afro Samurai
Afro Samurai... Afro Samurai
[Rugged Monk:]
I'm walkin out my nightmare drenched in cold sweats
Reminiscin of the night I killed my master for the headband
All the bloodshed and the murder, to revenge my father's murder
The thought of that alone can I really handle the bourbon?
So I choose my own path, no friends, no joy, no love
Just a number two headband, AND the man above
So the moves I create is my own unique vision
Strike my subconscious mind, individual essence
The most masterful opponent, will fall victim to my weapon
The most masterful opponent, will fall victim to my weapon
I'm not immortal, real aggressive, attitude is rude
I got a knack for killin and I refuse to lose
[Chorus]
You say that I'm over the top
You say that I couldn't feel...
That wa-a-a-ay
From the back of your automobile
I say that I know it's real
So never ever stray
You were happy but that changed from day to day
Whenever you were under, whenever it was over
Think it's over then
You're living on a fancy street
But you're not complete
You are not complete
They can't kill kill kill you anymore
They can't kill kill kill you anymore
They can't kill kill kill you anymore
It's a wound that will never heal
Weighed down cause you couldn't feel...
That wa-a-a-ay
You fell in love but that's okay
You had a friend but that's okay
So never ever say
That you're happy and it's better every day
Whenever you were under, whenever it was over
Think it's over then
You're living on a fancy street
But you're not complete
You are not complete
They can't kill kill kill you anymore
They can't kill kill kill you anymore
They can't kill kill kill you anymore
When we're on the concrete
Standing on the same street
I won't let our eyes meet
And it's true that I told them how
It's here and I'm feeling now...
That wa-a-a-ay
She swims a lot but thats okay
We don't talk a lot...