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(Clippings of different news casts involving the crime rates and murders frequently occurring in Flint Michigan.)


2. KILL 'EM ALL

Put your back against the wall,
Ready your weapon,
Tonight they try to kill us all,
But we won't let them.
If I should fall tell my mother that I tried,
And I'll do the same for you if you die.

(Let's ride)

Cuz when the chips are down,
There is no backing down.
And when the chips are down,
There is no backing down.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!
(Who could stop us now?)

Kill 'em all! (x3)
Gun 'em down hang their fuckin' bodies in the halls.
Kill 'em all! (x3)
I'm about to kill 'em all.

(Who could stop us now?)

It's me against the world,
But I brought some friends with me.
And they don't have no problem,
Killing any of you for me. (x2)

(Let's ride)

Cuz when the chips are down,
There is no backing down.
And when the chips are down,
There is no backing down.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!
(Who could stop us now?)

Kill 'em all! (x3)
Gun 'em down hang their fuckin' bodies in the halls.
Kill 'em all! (x3)
Cut 'em down, let 'em fall, fuck 'em all!
Kill 'em all! (x3)
There's no law in this land, we just kill 'em all.
Kill 'em all! (x3)
I'm about to kill 'em all.

Who could stop us, they're dead!
I tried talking to you about peace,
I quit!
They only wanna hear about the beast,
Well, sit!
Open your ears and close your eyes and I'll try and tell you how it feels to fry,

(Let's ride)

Taking bullets feels like being set on fire,
And the knife blade feels ice cold.
And I see things when I sleep at night,
No author could describe with words.
And I've went to bed hungry,
And I've fought for my life,
And when the chips are down,
There's no backing down.
When I try to explain,
It just drives me insane,
Because I become so overwhelmed!

AAAH!!
I'm about to kill 'em all.

Kill 'em all! (x3)
Gun 'em down hang their fuckin' bodies in the halls.
Kill 'em all! (x3)
Cut 'em down, let 'em fall, fuck 'em all!
Kill 'em all! (x3)
There's no law in this land, we just kill 'em all.
Kill 'em all! (x3)
I'm about to kill 'em all.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!
(Who could stop us now?)


3. FAT AROUND THE HEART

I grew up in the church on Sunday,
Back again, bury friends on Monday.
They don't just die,
They are killed from the gun-play,
Or the heroin, or a prison stay.

It's a shame how we gotta live this way,
Your nightmares ain't got nothing on this place.
So stay down, stay away, stay safe,
'Cause you aren't built that way!

You're fat around the heart.
Are you scared, motherfucker?
Are you scared of the dark?
You're fat around the heart.
The devil is real and I wear his mark.
You're fat around the heart.
Have you ever caught a body?
You wouldn't know where to start.
You're fat around the heart.
Are you scared, motherfucker?
Are you scared of the dark?
Are you scared of the dark?

(It's the motherfuckin' boogeyman.)

God cannot save you,
He's way up in the sky,
I'm right here leaning over your body,
So when I say you die, you die.
Used to be peasant David,
Until I slayed Goliath,
Now I'm King David,
The world fits in my shadow,
I'm a giant.
And I kill everything I touch!
So don't you shake hands,
With that demon from the mud.
You'll become part of something,
You want nothing of,
That's why the gloves,
Your ass will lose everything you love.

(This is war! This is war! This is war!)

You're fat around the heart.
Are you scared, motherfucker?
Are you scared of the dark?
You're fat around the heart.
The devil is real and I wear his mark.
You're fat around the heart.
Have you ever caught a body?
You wouldn't know where to start.
You're fat around the heart.
Are you scared, motherfucker?
Are you scared of the dark?
Are you scared of the dark?

(It's a shame how we gotta live this way)

(The devil is real and I wear his mark)

(This is war! This is war! This is war!)

Sometimes late at night,
My hand still wants around that knife,
And when that thing flips open,
Everything moves in slow motion.

It's not right.
It's not right.
I know it's not,
I need a change but it's this life.
And I still feel like I'm chosen,
To rip this motherfucker open!

This is war! This is war! This is war!
War! War!

You're fat around the heart.
Are you scared, motherfucker?
Are you scared of the dark?
You're fat around the heart.
The devil is real and I wear his mark.
You're fat around the heart.
Have you ever caught a body?
You wouldn't know where to start.
You're fat around the heart.
Are you scared, motherfucker?
Are you scared of the dark?


4. DESPERATE LOVERS

I used to run to you but we're through...
I used to lean on you but we're through...

Today I’m going away,
Cause I needed something from you,
That shit you're ashamed of,
That’s sick and disgusting.
Your pride wouldn't let it get by,
And love is not enough,
It’s over, and so am I,
I need your blood and guts,

(1,2,3)

Give me your blood motherfucker!
I want you,
All of you,
Like we're two,
Oh, desperate lovers,
But we're through!

I used to pray for you but we're through...

My half, my better half,
The half that knows nothing,
of ethic or moral stance.
Incestuous touching, ain’t something.
She's afraid to dream,
We’re neither judged nor judging,
We're free,
Like you wish you could be,
I only need one thing...

(Let it out)

Give me your blood motherfucker!
I want you,
All of you,
Like we're two,
Oh, desperate lovers,
But we're through!

They try to find holes in my story,
And I just point to holes in my body.
Holes that tell the tales of knifes wounds and gun wounds,
The struggle and suffering and murder and robbery...

There’s no scars on that body,
There's no cuts,
There’s no story worth telling all of us!
There’s no soul in that body,
There's no trust,
There’s only one thing inside you,
Only blood!

(Let it out)

Give me your blood motherfucker!
I want you,
All of you,
Like we're two,
Oh, desperate lovers,
But we're through!

I used to bleed for you but we're through...
I used to kill for you but we're through...
I used to fuck for you but we're through...
But we're through...
[Repeat Til End]


5. ANATOMY 1-1

[Non musical mini rant.]

You wanna hear anger in a way never expressed before? The boy speaking to you has kicked in doors, And put men on the floor. Is that enough? Or, Or you want more? You want blood? You want guts? You want guns? You want gore? You wanna tie a man up in his own house? Beat him in the face with a pistol and tape his mouth. And just keep hittin' him til' there's so much blood, The duct tape falls from his face and he screams to God above, And he screams to those he loves, To help him out of his situation. But God left the slums alone, So you're sittin' here with Satan. And we've all sold our souls.

The only difference is, You've got a cheap price. I'm sittin' next to where the Devil sits, And I've lost the center of my world. A life sentence means nothing to me. So if you look at me wrong or for too long, I'll have your momma singin' songs with your family, And the quire, And the priest.

Put your feet in my shoes, You will feel the same things. A couple decades worth of pain, And all you'll ever know is my name, And I can't make you change. How do I explain? And where do I start? If it sounds too crazy, Then I'm lying. If it's abstract, Then it's art. If I don't say it poetic, I'm ignorant. If I do, I'm not convincing. If I read real God couldn't have killed a man. If I killed a man, I couldn't have read anything. So I'm up late strategizing, Then; "Wait. why am I trying to convince narrow minded fucks I hate? Of course they don't get it. They're built like shit." And I could've said it with metaphors, But this way you understand it, Goddammit!

At my back, I got the killers, And the thieves, And the bandits, And you think I care? About clothes, shoes, and hair? Mother fucker I'm from ruins! You can't wear my boots in. While you were kissin', I was shootin'. This here is Flint, Michigan. (Haha) While you were playing with your friends, We were burying men. And all they keep asking me is: "Have you ever killed?" They ignore the fact I'm creating art at levels they never will. They overlook the fact I posses a mind no one they've ever met posseses. So I overlook their question, But know my trigger finger's restless.

And to all of you making a living selling lies to the people: A real has arrived. The people no longer need you.