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triple-k mafia - remove kebab lyrics

[intro: donald trump, (moonman) {audrina patridge}]
brussels was one of the great cities, one of the most beautiful cities of the world 20 years ago
it was uh
it was amazing actually, and safe (absolutely disgusting..)
and now it’s a horror show, it’s an absolute horror show
(enough of this)
(audrina..)
{yeah?}
(come here, baby)
{what?}
(bring daddy his ak)
{ok!}
(we’re going to beat the sh-t out of isis)
{olololol..}
[verse 1: snipars]
i’m about to get rid of kebab; it’s simple
i’m quick to stain a towel red
and i ain’t talking ’bout a beverage
look at what the f-ck you all got into
i see you found your niche
you’re just a b-tch group of terrorists
claiming you’re a caliphate
you don’t have a country
all you’ve got’s a country, and you’re fighting for it monthly
get off mohammed’s d-ck, you’re too old for him
if he was still alive i would cut him limb from limb
then hang his towel-head off the side of a mosque
then dump the remains into a telephone kiosk
all you do is cry, b-tch, and k!ll yourselves
when you see a picture of him
you fill yourselves, with juke levels of anger
you stinky sand n-gg-rs
you’re just as bad as the femin-z-s and their triggers
and all you liberals hating
shut your d-mn mouths
and take allah’s d-ck out of your collective mouths

[hook: moon man]
the 3 k, mafia’s arrived
and we’ll slay, every towel head alive!
no escape from your doom without your bomb
triple-k’s ready to remove kebab
only way. islam will not survive
you’ll be erased when we start the genocide
triple-k’s ready to remove kebab
we will chop your heads off without a qualm

[verse 2: star man]
you infested europe, but you won’t take the states
we’ll put holes in your -sses before you cross the gates
you wouldn’t be sh-t without the power vacuum
for you to fill, and impose your primitive values
yeah, that’s right, i said that about sharia
it’s so bad it’s barely even practiced in syria
and you think you can implement it across the globe?
i’d tell you to worry more ’bout your frontal lobe
if you had each already been dropped as a kid
and converted to islam, because allah forbid
you go 3 days without bombing a public school
or throwing acid at a b-tch who broke muslim rule
1938, islamic state my -ss
not even other towel-heads think you have any cl-ss
even the taliban wants to fill you with lead
and if they don’t? the triple-k will do it instead

[hook: moon man]
the 3 k, mafia’s arrived
and we’ll slay, every towel head alive! (kk f-cking k!)
no escape from your doom without your bomb
triple-k’s ready to remove kebab (triple-k mafia in this b-tch)
only way. islam will not survive
you’ll be erased when we start the genocide
triple-k’s ready to remove kebab (terrorize this)
we will chop your heads off without a qualm

[verse 3: cloud man]
i came here to the mid-east to shoot up the terrorists
too bad all i see here are sh-t-skin degenerates
you black burka sand n-gg-rs, i’ll slit your throats
you should’ve stayed in bed and f-ll-t-d your goats
and don’t even think about suicide bombing me
or expect your sharia law to be stopping me
from painting mohammed on your mosques with bacon
and if you think i’ll stop there, you’re mistaken
i’ll round up your women and rip off their burkas
then the land from all you derka-derkas
start a barbecue with the words of the child molester
a bonfire for you towel-heads to see and remember
then while you riot and terrorize your own people
i’ll behead you and use your corpses for a sequel
you’ll wish that trump beat the sh-t out of you himself
while you burn in a barbecue i started myself

[hook: moon man]
the 3 k, mafia’s arrived (f-ck you sand n-gg-rs)
and we’ll slay, every towel head alive!
no escape from your doom without your bomb
triple-k’s ready to remove kebab
only way. islam will not survive
you’ll be erased when we start the genocide
triple-k’s ready to remove kebab
we will chop your heads off without a qualm

[outro: moon man]
الله هو f-ckbar motherf-ckers
enjoy your 72 magic: the gathering players in heaven
just kidding, your brains will rot in the desert
you, al qaeda, and the taliban can suck a goat d-ck
kkk!

[donald trump:]
…. because they asked me what i’d do, and i said
“i’m gonna bomb the sh-t out of ’em!”
it’s true, i don’t care. i don’t care! they’ve got to be stopped!

[audrina patridge:]
moon man, is isis really islamic?

[moon man:]
nah, baby. they don’t k!ll themselves often enough. olololololololol
f-ck it, now i’m feeling dangerous. give me a random beat to freestyle to

[audrina patridge:]
okay

[moon man:]
i hate you

[audrina patridge:]
what? are you going to back out of it now?

[moon man:]
of course not, i know you’re recording this
only one verse, though

[verse 4: moon man]
kkk! kkk!
i’m moon man the hate engine
untrailable
i roll by and put holes in every n-gg- available
white smoke of white pride, fueled by white power
i snap n-gg-rs heads off by the hour, on the hour
hang the blacks by the day, cap the blacks by the night
that’s what the n-gg-rs get for not being born white
88 megatons of cold hard vengeance
that’s what went into building this hate engine
with every n-gg- lynch i grow even stronger
i roll faster through you b-st-rds, and my d-ck’s longer
you apes all belong in an african safari
i’m racist forever, and i’ll never be sorry
don’t be rioting because i have your fried chicken
you n-gg-rs are already overcrowding every prison
oh yeah, that’s right, i also have your watermelon
you want it back? i only ask you not be a felon
just kidding, that’s a tall order for a n-gg-
now lay down and get head shot when i pull the trigger
one round put you underground with hardly a sound
in your own aids infested blood you’ll be drowned
no amount of ”give me dap”s will save you n-gg-
i’ll burn your face and kick you in a grave you n-gg-
no brakes on the hate train, i’ll leave you in great pain
you’ll be whipped, flipped, stripped, then you’ll be straight slain

[moon man:]
jesus f-cking christ, how long is this f-cking track?!

[audrina patridge:]
four and a half minutes

[moon man:]
holy sh-t, okay turn it off, i’m done
at least it wasn’t straight up “the uncle tom tank engine” theme song again. but now i need a pallet cleanser, and i’m picking the beat this time

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