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we from the
village of the damned
around the way
i got 6 stars on me
and i had em all day
im on a killin spree
ridin thru the waves
trench coat, glasses on
rusty chain
we goin postal paradise
im here to stay
crack rocks hangin out my pants
til i start to say
this cant be good for
me but i feel great!
if i see a nazi
know im pissing on his grave!!!
im like mankind
missin half my face
skeletons out the closet
they on full display
im like caleb
crawlin out my grave
gonna hunt you fuckers down
like the shit is a game
we from the
village of the damned
around the way
i got 6 stars on me
and i had em all day
im on a killin spree
ridin thru the waves
trench coat, glasses on
rusty chain
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2. |
Walkers [prod. Kynareth]
03:12
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i keep some
walkers all around me
smoke cigs in the rari
aint got the time
check my watch please
i just wanna tell you
that im sorry
for the way i acted
i been walkin
like a zombie
got your blood and
its all up on me
so they cant
even see me
stupid mother fuckers
wanna try me..
mother fuckers wanna try me
i keep some walkers
all around me
smoke cigs in the rari
aint got the time
check my watch please
wrong choice boy
now you'll meet
my tire iron
wrap that shit around
your face then ill
make it mine
made a deal
with the devil
now your souls mine
leave your body
looking crooked
when i throw you
in the mine
waking up
in the morgue
like im Leslie Vernon
no escaping
without causing hurting
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3. |
Monster [prod. Salvador]
02:06
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i rise again
above the ground
guess im somethin,
im from the dead
from the graveyard
we comin
i dont giv a fuck
cus this witchcraft
got me stuntin
flexin at ur funeral
lil bro like its nothin
true religion all on me
i guess im a fiend
for some monster
i been gettin wavy
mix that shit up with my vodka
i cant even lie
i think that i
am the monster
in my dreams at night
chasing me
getting closer
put your hands
on my face
boy it will
be your last day
burlap covering
all of the blood stains
locked up in asylum 17
bout to go fuckin insane
walkin round these halls
with a big boy blade
i dont give a fuck
kill for fun
aint gettin paid
last thing u seen is
a bloody night maid
in the hallway
ima wear your face
walk around like its goreway
red house in the background
of the doorway
we got stupid guns
fuck with us
its your last day
salvador
double barrel chainsaw
have it my way
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im in the red room
the shadow people are
here for you
you’ll be dead soon
chainsaw
hums a tune
valley of the dead
where my body decompose
i am nothing
im a skeleton
in torn clothes
feel the winter snow
hits my brittle bones
i cant go home
silent hill is
all i know
foggy vision
i see terribe things
in the distance
i see demons
telling me
these terrible things
up in an instant
clawing at the skin
on my face
im trying to escape
aint no way out
baby be my leatherface
chainsaw
meat hook
bloods up in the place
ima make a movie
call that shit
poughkeepsie tapes
fuck the feds
cant solve the case
of the butcher in the new estate
like a scarecrow
i am bound to stay
in the fields while i wait
waitin for my prey
flesh and blood from the ritual
down the way
we from a bad place
we here to stay
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5. |
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wake up every day
like i dont matter
smoke away
the pain
maybe ill feel better
got my jeans on
with my old nevada sweater
cut you like im lesley
your neck looking redder
i dont give a fuck
man you better pull up
i been watchin u
since you got out your truck
in the cornfield
where i wait for my prey
sat like a scarecrow
staring all day
hear my chainsaw roar
through the open night
got a ticket to your funeral
get them right on the sight
look in my eyes
know that its the last one
feed you to my dogs
end up on death row
mask always changin
hide away from the world
now youre down here son
welcome to my world
salvador world
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Salvador salvador
salvador salvador
we dont give a fuck
come thru gon kick your door
x2
smoke cancer sticks
got a burlap on my face
cuttin through the corn field
shits like the final chase
Leon to the S
from the midwest
spent a hundred acres
on my bullet proof vest
i dont give a fuck
smoke cigs cus im depressed
make me feel somethin
makes the pain feel less
i feel less
i feel less than x2
shooter in my holster man
call me doc holiday
hear the nails scratching
all the way down the hallway
you aint gettin out
your time is up
see me lookin at you
while im fuckin revving up
spirits all around me
call me the sorrow
bleedin from my eyes
feel my pain
no tomorrow
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homie im retarded
i told you
im sorry
come to the party
box cutter on me
its too late
to tell me
that you’re sorry
ending of your life
now i pull up with it on me x2
[verse 1]
i been up for 17 nights
just rockin
sleep is not an option
stupid mother fucker
we go creatine mobbin
callin out my name
now you walkin
like a zombie
not sorry
no im not sorry
hell comes with me
no its not an option
ima sell your family
your bones at an auction
[outro verse]
clay mask on me
you can call me leslie
at the apple farm
where the town
try to test me
up for 3 weeks man
my blade lookin hefty
ima stick that shit
in your skull
make it empty
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8. |
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[Salvador]
If you’re not here
what can i say
to take us back
down to yesterday
drivin real fast
from the village
down the way
i got cops on my ass
what went wrong today
trench coat
glasses on
with a
rusty chain
im the killer
in the dark
dont look away
or else
youll meet your fate x2
Somethin in the water
i can taste it
skellington in my closet
try to erase it
taped up
bloody
with a vhs camera
pointin in your face
capturing all your anger
witchcraft
rituals
pentagram on
my floor
too much gore man
too much gore
[Gambitt]
Moon eyed people staring at the sunset
ima grab a razorblade, carve my name in your chest
gambitt, gambitt, gambitt, what is that you see?
brown mountain lights and they're rising above me
talkin all that shit, ima throw you in the wood chipper
turn your town to victims, im the modern day jack the ripper
among the rocks east of here is where i lay all my victims
to rest, im the chill runnin down your spine, never more, never less
runnin round like alucard
bitch fuck the law
the jackal on my waist
window down, shootin at em all
shootin at em all
shootin at em all
Moon eyed people staring at the sunset
ima grab a razorblade, carve my name in your chest
gambitt, gambitt, gambitt, what is that you see?
brown mountain lights and they're rising above me
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