M.O.D.
whiteout
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Life is short in the Sgt. 's house of pain.
Endless suffering, is holy gain.
Bamboo shoots and fingertips.
Broken legs and feet will be dismissed.
When others fail the Sgt. prevails...
Death... Destruction...
Whiteout.
Swollen eyes, not from tears of joy.
Stick to his boots, then make a popping noise.
Electric rod jammed down the shaft.
Electricute your balls until they blast.
When others fall the Sgt. prevails.
Death... destruction... whiteout.
- Álbum:
- The Rebel You Love To Hate
- Miscellaneous
- U.S.A. For M.O.D.
- Devolution
- Loved by Thousands... Hated by Millions
- Gross Misconduct
- Rhythm of Fear
- Dictated Aggression
- KnuckleTracks #52
- Crossover
- Rebel You Love to Hate
- Off Road Tracks, Volume 68
- The Harder, The Better: Volume Nine
- Virtual Bodiez, Volume 1