always on that devil shit
kill a motherfucka rip
watching as the conscience slips
watching as the blood it drips
deep in the tundra
theres a mane creepin like the thunder
fuckin trophy hunter
collecting the skulls of those who wander
following the tracks
the bag is fully packed
of a thousand rounds
we gun them down
do it quick without a sound
balaklava mobbin
we robbin malakas
blade is swingin like baracka
cut a mothafucka
tuck that fuckin nina mane
nah youll never use it mane
catch that kukri to the brain
feel that motherfuckin pain?
spend your life it never was in vain
bane of the mortal plane
reign in blood
like its slayer
purple bud
henny flood
goons on deck
I wish you would