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Killing breed,the seed,son of Satan,son of sam,I’m high as fuck watching the pigs ram,down the door,get on the floor,is what they yell,but I’d rather die and go to hell,than sit in another cell,so I sit and dwell,on my innermost thoughts for a moment,for a minute,then I start to give it,to the punk police,coz the bitch pigs never give me no peace,I’ve been deceased,ever since my release,so you better watch out there’s a timebomb ticking in the courtroom,tick,tick,boom,sentence me to doom,for the last time,go ahead slam that gavel,and unravel your flesh like you stepped on a land mine,when you started to mess with my innermost anger,a life of danger,coming to a quick tragic end,send,my soul to heaven or hell,in either place I’d probably fail,come back as a mothers birth,sit around and think about my life’s worth,again for too many years,same fears,crying a million tears and having a million peers,sit around and judge me,holding to eternity,all I ever wanted was kids and a wife,so much for that,bashed the bitches head in with a ball bat,coz I was never loved and I needed to fulfill a need,as a cold hearted killing breed