Kings of the underground, hardest of the hardcore.
Bottles flyin' all around, bats are on the dance floor

Flames of hell surround me, blood is dripping down my face
The realife psychopaths, Bad luck will destroy this place.

...Like pussies you run.
3 minutes, that's all, our set is done.


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