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The hunters are here, straight killing-machines.
Theyâre kicking and screaming and willingly killing, unwilling to bleed.
A hate-infested entrap- and then festivity-scene.
I guess we call of the search, thay out in the open indeed.
We ready for em though, stick to the theme so we wonât see last years slaughter-winter repeat.
To reposess our land first hand, an inspirational contraband thatâs thicker than thieves.
Thereâs pictures circulating of me and my goons and then itâs highly debated and thereby setting the tune of a conflict and provocative message approved, and a surprisingly peaceful confrontation.
Yes, these are real explosives and yes, we are terrorists but we do feel emotions and we donât plot careless.
5-0 comes patrolling looking for evidence but these murdering fuckheads need to die!
You claim to my face that I canât lable you a killer ´til youâre captured and charged so I start laughing so hard and then Iâm strangeling yaâll.
This ainât no sanity call; you will get fucked up and buried you f-ing retards.
Iâm usually calm but you got me angry with yaâll.
I put you in a box with the ones who had sex with a dog.
Riffles down, time to smite you now.
Put youâre hands up and hand over the keys to your SUV cars.
I bet you find this a staggering charge, but itâs the same persecution based on illusions you happily follow and I bet you recall how we now leave the scene looking like a scavenger-brawl.