47s And Mac11s Lyrics – Ultra Be Thy Name

47s And Mac11s Lyrics by Ultra Be Thy Name

Black roses paint my mission
Love is not more than decision
Death apart, hell is fiction
Mass murder, culmination

My perception, floating souls
And bleeding cold would be perfection
My deception, being bold
I’m living less with no objections

Now my death will be abysmal
Blind and deaf would be my pistol
Rank and low, affiliation
Pariahs are the connections

End my life, lethal injection
Gypsy b#tches, my election
Bout to take a piss
In your f#cking dream of liberation

A shotgun is my religion
Color grey is my division
Blinding spot
Red minions

Getting close to extermination
Heritage from generations
Doom impending, my selection
Creeping Death, the devil’s idol

Grippin’ on my f#cking rifle
I know my life’s accidental
And for that b#tch I got a rental
Pulling up to the mental

Triple 6 my fundamental
Chosen doctrine is abuse
And the horror would be my icon
Gods and angels I refuse

I born again, repeat the cycle
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Ultra Be Thy Name Lyrics – 47s And Mac11s

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