Ridin' 'round town with no lights on
Bumpin' DarkThrone out my Audi A4
Pentagram on my shawty torso
Nails on my neck 'bout blood-soaked
I ain’t got no heart, it’s still in Moscow
You must not be flame if you got smoke
Blood so cold, where my trench coat?
Wait until they see what’s in my—
Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
Wait until they see what up my trench coat
Wait until they see what’s in my—
Ever since I was a fetus, I knew that I could be this reincarnated elated Crowley
I’m misunderstood and I’m proud about it now
I’m roundin' up all the calloused and malice and puttin' em all up in a palace
Call it the White House, no power balance
Now let me get another shot at living, and I’ll never take it for granted again
I swear to what? None!
Hallway greeted with a gun
How has it come to this? Everybody run!
Police will put you in a wooden box in the ground if you look at 'em wrong in the wrong part of town
But a motherfucker with a gun at a campus blastin' away at the staff and masses you’ll—
Let, live on again, with no regrets
Oh, bet
Who the fuck let you paint the land all red?
It’s all a mess, I’m just a guest
Go blast, your local press
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
Wait until they see what up my trench coat
Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
Wait until they see what’s in my—
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