would someone just shut that cunt up I can’t abide his voice… the word can be silenced by a single
bullet there’s no rhetorical
response to a fatal shot all the
killers are queuing up they smell
blood in confusion rough justice
dispensed by the mob
we’re all gathering
stones for world war three it’s the
age of assassination the age of
hatred and blood picture yourself in
the eyes of a killer comb your
hair practice your smile coz you survived the cops and the
FBI and now you’re on TV everybody knows your name you’re killer of the week
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