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letra de it's them - children of the damned

[verse 1: barebase]
general [comer?], high-ranking officer
[pendy?] british [?] on your tick-tock box
mirror image on a steel cap toe
[??] medals of honors and such
20th century fox presents the revenge of the [goner?]
[?] after i’m done
sounds of the trumpest of h-rns, entitled to the military funeral
i’ve seen it all before
locks of hair, pin to stick in any voodoo dolls
trigger finger wrapped around the cuticle
and who are you to ride away into the sunset
mister valiant knight in shining armor
and if the moon and the sun don’t hold up that’s a sayonara
laid to rest, ‘nother tomb of the unknown soldier
take a f-cking suit of arms and carry off the chainmail vest
[verse 2: flash 4dem / king grubb]
i was meant for this, [?] the real god who’s [?] for this
[?] my brain is sicker than a premenstrual [?]
sniffing more crystal meth than hitler ever did
the devil’s wish you nullified your mind with a crucifix
-n-lyze [?], hang you with a heretic
finger-talking, sh-t, you don’t know what happened
every time i tell this story it’s to provoke a reaction
i.t.s not a bad-man-thing, a self-expression-thing, read the caption
or get pecked to death at the end of cul-de-sacs
disengaged monkeys walk the [?] when the culture detached
i pray for a day when they bring the vultures back
or get more torn limbs back, because i sin bad
and stay shackled in gallows, chasing my soul on this early plateau
where they say no man can catch his shadow
the future is narrow so the hearts of men are shallow
not forgetting mass armageddons or you’re getting it back in tarrow

[verse 3: mr. wrong / lee scott]
mister wrong, that lunatic chewing bricks
holding a breadstick, gluing spliffs to his lips
the rudest pr-ck, with tourette syndrome and a k!lling-humans tic
i punch my room to bits and i don’t even bruise a fist
and rest my head on a novelty bed of nails that’s in the shape of crucifix
i’m sitting off with death choosing this
with a sharpened ruler, picking through my wrist to remove this chip
i’m not using it, i’m getting rid of it on purpose
committing sins in churches while singing hymns and verses
i just sit and stare as the victim quivers, nervous
reciting sick and twisted, forbidden witches curses
i blew my cage door off its hinges
and use chainsaw for washing dishes in somebody’s body liquids
[??] like ninjas
just so i can blot your sinks with rotten fingers and lost syringes
that savage [?] sly, abandoned, scratching his mind
and feeling lost ’cause i happened to find an acid tablet behind
the jagged daggers beside the random mallets [?] beneath my watch
[verse 4: spilla / bill shakes]
i [?] a box of medicine and lost intelligence
my iq’s dropped that low i’m even having problem spelling it
check my doctor’s evidence
i’ve been locked in metal chains for a history of feeling lost with skeletons
moaned off ketamine, i [?] an elephant
stomped your regiment and [?] the plots of settlements
any cost irrelevant, the king of the mound
in a castle, [murder blocks are?] sediments living it down
uphold fix to my scalp, this is my crown
i’ll have you kissing the ring, [? cork and a biscuit i found?]
sticking [?], not hoping a profit
willing to [?] comic, now i’m holding a blown disc
get cornered and blocked in and [?] a hostage
making my way to the exit [??]
busy show up i’m on it
[???]
they ordered the warrant
i talked to the sergeant with [?] i stole popping from holes in my pocket
[?], misunderstood
in the [???], slipping in mud, been drinking too much
tripping off drugs, f-ck, trying to roll a spliff with some wood
mumbling it’s [?] doing but if it’s for good
[?????]
nicking your gut, replacing your little kid’s [?] with some skunk
[verse 5: monster under the bed / milkavelli]
i don’t give a sh-t if you rhyme
check yourself in the chin if you wanna spit me a filler line
we were all given a gift; live to die
so what’s the point of doing anything with our lives?
i criticize anything i like
please excuse me as i kiss your bride
then walk away with your wife, tighten my arms and laugh
as she whispers in my ear “please feed me d-ck tonight”
i got my rotary goals than mister nice
one minute you think you know me, the next i’m a different guy
step in my mind
ever since my license went pink i pretty much had an excuse to drink and drive
(who wants to hitch a ride), hitch a ride
i only had a bottle of vodka chased by sixteen pints
and f-ck [?] however i spend my thinking time
chopping up my food for thought with a kitchen knife
the grinch, i don’t sit inside
during the blitz i was out in the pitch black skipping with christmas lights
the super-fiend, i’ll hit a pipe filled a kryptonite
just because it’s green and it’s crystallized
no doubt this one goes out to the b-tch i like
that stabbed me in the back but missed my spine
sh-t, b-tch, i’m still alive
but ultra-violent with lash extensions on the lids of my bright ch-nky eyes

- children of the damned

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