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coal cash - kill um all (1 degree every 72 years) lyrics

{coal speaking} – now wake up. you you stupid f-ck. now what this is here is me sh-tting on everything. i told you man some of these joints ain’t f-cking songs man. i’m disgusted with you motherf-ckers. some of you are alright..(nah none of you are alright.) see me on facebook. (i’m lying.) talk to some of you. (i don’t like any of you motherf-ckers.) a lot of you motherf-ckers p-ss me off. (yeah, all of you.) stupid f-cks. (you’re a stupid f-ck dude.) your sh-t is cool. you think k!lling people is cool, (you’re stuck in the matrix just like the rest of them.) the world burning in h-ll is cool. (?? mothaf-cka.) nah that’s not cool man, little kids dying ain’t cool. a world at war ain’t cool. (nah some satanic ritual.) yeah. (d-mn straight.) that’s right. (they’re all f-cking psycho.) im f-cking psycho. . propaganda. propaganda. f-ck um, f-ck um all. yeah we do. k!ll um. yeah

{coal speaking – background voice} – f-cking f-ggots. f-ck you all. f-ck your gods, f-ck your religion. what you believe gnostics. you don’t believe in anything. f-ck you higher power your, higher power is sh-t. your hidden masters, you’re ascended masters. you ain’t sh-t. you ain’t sh-t. you’re a f-cking small little human . you’re a f-cking dust little particle. you’re a f-cking small little dust particle that’s floating in a f-cking universe that’s gigantic which is probably in somebody. yeah who’s probably a dust particle in another f-cking dust particle that’s in another dust particle. you are sh-t. you are microscopic sh-t. you’re like f-cking feces floating in a f-cking stream of bullsh-t. f-ck you. we’re all evil. we’re all evil indifferent. tell um, tell um. are there any decent men? what happen to the home? f-ck rupert murdock f-ck a child molester. larry e. king i’ll k!ll you. will k!ll you. yeah f-ck the whole system. yeah. bring back the f-cking guillotine. k!ll um all

{sampled from boondock saints} – [rocco]: don’t you think that’s a little weird, a little psycho? [connor]: d’you know what i think is psycho, roc? it’s decent men with loving families. they go home every day after work and they turn on the news. you know what they see? they see rapists, and murderers and child molesters. they’re all getting out of prison. [murphy]: mafiosos. gettin’ caught with twenty kilos. gettin’ out on bail the same f-ckin’ day. [connor]: and everywhere, everyone thinks the same thing: that someone should just go k!ll those motherf-ckers. [murphy]: k!ll ’em all

valhalla swing an axe detaching head from collar
dollars you brought fuel my torch when a scorch shambhala
pull allah off a pedestal, i got the better sk!ll
beheading metatron, like the quran watch me letters k!ll
you bet i’m ill, instill a will to k!ll these gods
like semiramis and nimrod, the crescent moon and star
i stay on par with the best, death to isis and osiris
cuz horus was tammuz between euphrates and the tigris
it’s babylon, free masons worship the god jahbulon
and eris is lilith i’ve came to pillage avalon
a savage calm, i drink dos equis from pitchers
cuz the misshift is deadly, behead devaki and krishna
malicious in the medley, put devi’s head on a platter
quicker than vatican warlocks saying abracadabra
see i’ll stab a pedophile just to vary my sting
til i carry the severed head of f-cking larry e. king
me i’ll parry the swing at these things they call homunculus
then punch through these chumps like shaolin monks with the drunken fist
hunt the abyss where these devils love to laugh at death
draining blood puddles from beelzebub and baphomet
i’ll trash the rep with a noose for zeus and jupiter
then loosen my wrath when i smash through the craft of lucifer
no excuse for your use of the power of demonics
spitting comets at you snakes, disgrace the face of muhammad
i’ll bomb it with atomic destruction and promise nothing
will f-cking be left after i press the next b-tton
it’s f-cking death for all who’s next to fall in this genocide
my pen provides the end of all men who think they can’t survive
i’m ending lives like the war tribes in africa
after the queen of the hive, an omni-side spitting m-ssacre
a blast from her, with p-ssengers on this ride to h-ll
rebel or die, but it don’t matter on which side you dwell

you’re all dead sooner or later. this is just a f-cking warning shot

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