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• Moon On The Loose

Hey guys, Moon Man here;
Back with another track,
But I'm no longer making fun of the blacks,
Neither jews or muslims for that matter,
'Cause I have come to realize that it's whack.
So I stand before you,
Seeking redemption, changing direction,
And win back affection
Of the leftists and the minorities,
To better represent the views of the majority.

Psyche, just fucking kidding. Hitler did nothing wrong, and neither have I.

Riding through the hood with my Smith & Wesson,
The screams intensify while the black lives lessen,
The Moon's gaze scours the streets of nigger filth,
The Moon's glazed with the blood of the niggers spilt,
The Moon's unfazed by all of these niggers killed.

Because the coons' doom is the will of Killer Moon,
And hopefully soon I'll fill a million tombs
Comprised of black men, women and children
And embark on pilgrims to slaughter by billions,
Remove vermin with discipline, globalistic reach,
Sadistic speech, hurtling listeners of innocence,
And, in a sense, turning them into my instruments,
Note the dissonance within the jewish plight,
Show the ignorance the sense of ghoulish hikes,
And the jewish likes, among the goyim might,
Assist the jewish fight to crush goyim's might.

[-Sun Man] Moon Man I've had enough of your gibberish!
When will you see that there are bigger fish?
It's not the blacks, the jews or the fags,
It's the muslims who are the real terrorists! [Sun Man-]

Shut the fuck up and your nigger limericks,
No glimmer of what will save your nigger kin.
Never interrupt a hwhite man, when he's talking.
That's right, turn around and keep walking...

Choke a nigger, burn a jew.
Kill the spics, and the muslims, too.
Hang the traitors, flail the fags.
Save our lands from jewish grasps.

Lynch the niggers, gas the jews.
Cook what is left, into a stew.
Feed hungry children around the world
What multiculturalism grew into.

Now the real fun starts
As cunts start stumbling,
Wondering what they did
To deserve this suffering.
Mutteringly stuttering,
\"Moon Man, please stop!\"
Drop the steel scythe
Once I chop their knees.

What, you thought you escape
The wrath of Moon Man?
That is would be over
When the coons bled,
And the jews dead,
Then the rose ends?
Ha, you're a loose end,
And that's what we do
To those with opposing views.
Or that's what you're left to believe
By the chosen few
That the potions they brew
And the poison they spew,
Since the moment when they told men
That an ocean of six million civilians
Were actually poison
Is the moment they got complete control over you
And through their hold of the mainstream news
And their hate speech rules
Shifted mainstream views
Which changed the ways we knew.

Impeach a nigger. Expose the jew.
Deport the spics, and the muslims, too.
Teach the traitors, ignore the fags.
Save our lands from jewish grasps.
Jail the niggers, overthrow the jews.
Respect your culture, and heritage, too.
Teach the children around the world
The sleazy ways of the scheming jew.

Shotout to all of you fellow national socialists,
Our time has yet to come.
And for all of you filthy mudslimes wondering why I left you untouched,
That's because you ragheads goatfuckers make it so easy that I don't even have to.
But your time is coming, too, soon...

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