pain knuckle duster, I keep it close
punch completely through your god damn throat
tucked in pocket ready to rock
fiddle with it when I walk down the block
it's got your name on it
DIE
pulp
beat to a pulp
blunt force
look and you shall find these fucking hands,
switch pulverize to fakie necromance
cause you’re fucking dead, if you fuck around
no mercy till you’re dead in the fucking ground
break face no mirrors in the usa
america already wants me in the fucking grave
shits about to get kamikazee
in the country still ran by nazi’s
come and get it, you get shredded
eviscerate, wound dilate
grip it tight, lung puncture spike
on my fist, i am pissed
move or get moved, soon to be bruised
hemmorage wound, start and be doomed
ready to snap, step in my grasp
hear the bones crack, kill, attack--------