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Start a War
Start a War
Sitting around a campfire plotting my evil deeds,
I only care about my own selfish needs.
That’s why I medicate using only weed
and can’t resist the urge to spread my seed.
I’m sick and twisted down to my core.
Why is the world filled with so many whores?
Mankind is a species I no longer adore!
I’m starting a war that’s hard to ignore.
I’m knocking at your front fuckin’ door
and begging you to come out and play on my shore.
I promise you it won’t be a bore.
Get out here now, I’m giving you to the count of four!
Every single day I walk right into the mouth of Hell.
I’m driven mad by all the idiots whom dwell.
I can’t stand all your cologne; it’s such an awful smell.
All your souls I will be quick to sell.
I’m plotting a war in my mind that will top them all.
Afterwards not a single soul will be left to crawl
through the mud, rotting bodies and shit left behind from the brawl.
Shoot me now or allow me to live, it’s your fucking call!
Well now it’s too late I’ve launched my assault.
I love the look on your face, you’re so fucking distraught.
The war has been unleashed can you hear my call?
I’m just getting started and having a ball!
I gather all the children infesting this dying planet Earth.
I will reclaim my land and reclaim this planet’s worth.
Man has destroyed the beauty loaned out to it.
It’s my duty to put an end to all of this shit.
Please don’t hate me too much I’m only doing god’s work.
He’s watching my cleansing from above; I can see him popping a cork.
He’s getting comfortable in his chair and starting to enjoy the show.
I must be doing him proud; his face is beginning to glow.
I’m sorry if my actions are offending you, I tend to have sharp teeth.
Take it easy as your face is turning red, try to relax and breathe.
It will all be over soon and I will be in full control.
My power is reaching its maximum height, prepare to behold!
I tie up each child to his very own stake,
Then slither between them and hiss like a snake.
I smile as they cry and plead for me to show mercy.
Sorry but all of you are unworthy.
I set fire to each and every stake,
then foam at the mouth and violently shake.
I’m so happy man is being punished for his sins.
The day has arrived where Earth finally wins!
Screams of agony pollute my beautiful, peaceful air.
The children scream as their hearts and souls are filled with despair.
One by one they all silent to the night.
Gone forever is man’s pathetic fight.
Mothers and fathers cry out in pain.
Gone are their children, gone with the rain.
They look upon me with hate and believe I’m fucked in the brain.
They are probably right since my favorite feed is cocaine.
I’m tackled by a mob, held down and tied up tight.
I’m carried away as I continue to ignite
war with the rhymes I constantly recite.
Society these days is so damn uptight.
No one can ever take a joke or read between the fucking lines!
So sheltered are they in their earthly confines.
You do understand no one is perfect underneath their skin?
Hell, my favorite beverage is a fucking gin!
Sitting around a campfire plotting my evil deeds,
I only care about my own selfish needs.
That’s why I medicate using only weed
and can’t resist the urge to spread my seed.
I’m sick and twisted down to my core.
Why is the world filled with so many whores?
Mankind is a species I no longer adore!
I’m starting a war that’s hard to ignore.
I’m knocking at your front fuckin’ door
and begging you to come out and play on my shore.
I promise you it won’t be a bore.
Get out here now, I’m giving you to the count of four!
Every single day I walk right into the mouth of Hell.
I’m driven mad by all the idiots whom dwell.
I can’t stand all your cologne; it’s such an awful smell.
All your souls I will be quick to sell.
I’m plotting a war in my mind that will top them all.
Afterwards not a single soul will be left to crawl
through the mud, rotting bodies and shit left behind from the brawl.
Shoot me now or allow me to live, it’s your fucking call!
Well now it’s too late I’ve launched my assault.
I love the look on your face, you’re so fucking distraught.
The war has been unleashed can you hear my call?
I’m just getting started and having a ball!
I gather all the children infesting this dying planet Earth.
I will reclaim my land and reclaim this planet’s worth.
Man has destroyed the beauty loaned out to it.
It’s my duty to put an end to all of this shit.
Please don’t hate me too much I’m only doing god’s work.
He’s watching my cleansing from above; I can see him popping a cork.
He’s getting comfortable in his chair and starting to enjoy the show.
I must be doing him proud; his face is beginning to glow.
I’m sorry if my actions are offending you, I tend to have sharp teeth.
Take it easy as your face is turning red, try to relax and breathe.
It will all be over soon and I will be in full control.
My power is reaching its maximum height, prepare to behold!
I tie up each child to his very own stake,
Then slither between them and hiss like a snake.
I smile as they cry and plead for me to show mercy.
Sorry but all of you are unworthy.
I set fire to each and every stake,
then foam at the mouth and violently shake.
I’m so happy man is being punished for his sins.
The day has arrived where Earth finally wins!
Screams of agony pollute my beautiful, peaceful air.
The children scream as their hearts and souls are filled with despair.
One by one they all silent to the night.
Gone forever is man’s pathetic fight.
Mothers and fathers cry out in pain.
Gone are their children, gone with the rain.
They look upon me with hate and believe I’m fucked in the brain.
They are probably right since my favorite feed is cocaine.
I’m tackled by a mob, held down and tied up tight.
I’m carried away as I continue to ignite
war with the rhymes I constantly recite.
Society these days is so damn uptight.
No one can ever take a joke or read between the fucking lines!
So sheltered are they in their earthly confines.
You do understand no one is perfect underneath their skin?
Hell, my favorite beverage is a fucking gin!
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