[Intro]
For the next 24 hours
Any and all murder, madness, and mayhem
Will be legal in all states across our glorious America
We can only hope that the bloodshed will help to cleanse
Each and every one of your wretched souls
So join us, as we pledge our allegiance to the violence
And we commence the first annual Death Day
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
It's been a century or two
They tried to erase the fool
Raised on what he will and what he won’t do
Mask of a killa that wait to stalk you
In a parking lot with a butcher knife
So true to the original
Ten or more points on the mouth line
Two eye holes, mostly orange on the outside
Black Hole Sun Soundgarden feeling outshined
Underneath the street light on the lower south side
Chrome knife catch moonlight bred
Swipe left, up and down, in and out, dead
Couple dead bodies, no hands, no head
You could see the flies gathering the work shed
I ain't even work yet, car vape rhymes in the dermis
High boys keep it ice cold like a thermos
Dirty wilin' out and we don’t need a purpose
To infect you with the rhymes and we service, you nervous
These birds are just killing it, hug it like the original
Kneel in the presence of the candle lit vigil
Throw whatever blessings and ceremony or rituals
Your impressions are still invisible
And we indivisble, schizo crazy, unpredictable
Exorcism in the lyrical, shit is far from spiritual
And we bringin' death like a funeral
Keep these crazy motherfuckers turnin' up and here we go
For the next 24 hours
Any and all murder, madness, and mayhem
Will be legal in all states across our glorious America
We can only hope that the bloodshed will help to cleanse
Each and every one of your wretched souls
So join us, as we pledge our allegiance to the violence
And we commence the first annual Death Day
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
It's been a century or two
They tried to erase the fool
Raised on what he will and what he won’t do
Mask of a killa that wait to stalk you
In a parking lot with a butcher knife
So true to the original
Ten or more points on the mouth line
Two eye holes, mostly orange on the outside
Black Hole Sun Soundgarden feeling outshined
Underneath the street light on the lower south side
Chrome knife catch moonlight bred
Swipe left, up and down, in and out, dead
Couple dead bodies, no hands, no head
You could see the flies gathering the work shed
I ain't even work yet, car vape rhymes in the dermis
High boys keep it ice cold like a thermos
Dirty wilin' out and we don’t need a purpose
To infect you with the rhymes and we service, you nervous
These birds are just killing it, hug it like the original
Kneel in the presence of the candle lit vigil
Throw whatever blessings and ceremony or rituals
Your impressions are still invisible
And we indivisble, schizo crazy, unpredictable
Exorcism in the lyrical, shit is far from spiritual
And we bringin' death like a funeral
Keep these crazy motherfuckers turnin' up and here we go
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