Circle of Tyrants - Carnivores | Текст песни

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There'll come a time when the thrown will become a prison,
Kill your idols and shoot the television, goonism,
Glenwood, the truth is I live for the art of war,
I'm a Ground-Zero Brooklyn carnivore,
Opposition signin' off for ?????
Givin' these nines from another war,
Future primitive, Stargate through another door,
I'm a king, my hammer, equipped it with a hundred chicks,
Crush our enemies, drink out of cups made of skulls,
Obey laws like the Vikings that came before,
Natural like lightning, I came forth from the storm,
I been a soldier since before the time of creation's dawn,
Ate from the tree of life and cut my tongue on the thorn,
I fire pistols like Brian Nichols,
Get the drop on you like [rip] b0mbers on bicycles,
Colder than icycles,
Explode raw, we pro-war, coke snores,
Spun the !! out, sorta like Mike Tyson on Zoloft.

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