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Fatal Order of The Hessain
Fatal Osiris The Bringer
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Foreign Object
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Foreign Object 2001
Uploaded
January 05, 2002
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
had to prove myself once more
Lyrics
Declare war.
Hahaha
I’m back boys I’m back.
Foreign Object
2001
I smell Cyanide
Yea
Let me grace you with some danger.
I’m evil and the power is flowing.
I won’t discriminate, to fate, escape, murderous Norman Bates, I hate all.
To when I was born, it was a rule, that to rule, I needed to declare war on all.
Copped the school, the yard rulz, said fuck them all, sprayed lighter fuel, and carried blunt tools.
Burst footballs, buried innocent pupils, made killing rituals, and arsoned scruples.
To teachers the dislike is mutual, only difference you should be afraid of what I can do to you.
Ring up making threatening phone calls, and maul these fools, into being afraid to leave the house walls.
It was fun but the good times are starting to fall, fist brawls, and broken bar stools, are now getting rare as I step into the hall.
Things were cool, when we drowned kids in the swimming pool, shot pool, and planned my own burial.
But the eventual, seeds of time, get forgotten my rhymes, but I don’t mind, if I get to stand tall.
But I got to accept my fate, and contemplate a no parachute free fall.
Declarer war fool.
Declare that I hate my life, reincarnation I’d kill myself, don’t want to live twice.
It aint nice, but a knife, it’s the only way they’ll listen so I cut a slice and bite.
Kited up, with heroic dreams of riding off into the night.
To the delight, of my enemy’s, people be sweating me, fearing, but they never be forgetting me.
Girls now regretting me, for ever knowing me, as the way my mind works is scary.
Give me a revolver and dare me, let’s here if God will spare me.
It’s dark now, the worlds turning hairy, so I put my hands on the mirror and screamed bloody Mary.
Dreamed that the bitch was coming with an axe. Turned around but she must not of heard me.
Let me say again bloody mary bloody mary BLOODY MARY.
Somebody help me I think I’m fucked in the head. I’m starving to death, but I refuse to break bread.
I refuse to withdraw what I said. I meant it, if you got the guts then leave me for dead.
If not leave me alone I’ll make my own way to the land of hot red.
Blood shed, fear spread, shit said, prepare the starving for less rations to be fed.
Fuck street cred, ya hear me, I’ll never go out, I pray to not wake up from my bed.
In a coma I’m safe. For this world has nothing to offer me, so I’ve lived in my mind protecting me like an army base.
To this fate, death is the only way to go, role and hold, this world is getting old, see how my heart is cold.
I got no respect for muggers of the old. When I get though to fags like that they do as they’re told. For my future involves. An evil hold, on the nations youth. I’ll tell them what to do and they will do it, then you will see what my brain patterns behold. go ahead be so bold. It’s funny how the quiet ones are the evil ones.
Never judge a book by it’s cover read the pages as they unfold.
Theres a story to be told. Oh arr pirate treasure and gold. NO. how satan blows evil wind across the globe. Turning the planet cold.
I don’t know. If I’m the only one to realise. Or if others are afraid to say what they know.
For I grace the evil beat, of screaming violins.
Like a scene from psycho this jam is where the ending begins.
The reaper wins, I’m going with him. I was never any good at chess. Stabbed the bringer of death in the chest just rattled his bones, so next I tried screaming god bless.
Didn’t work so I popped the rest, of those pain killers, and got me high thinkin I could fly to that birds nest.
I fell down, guess it was the next test,I passed proving life is worthless.
See it’s lackin purpose, whats it worth to us, people that give birth to us, are really torture artists using life to hurt us. Plus now everyone got a gun to buss, in a world like this how in god can I put my trust.
(Talking)
this is war time the beat has stopped, but the beat I grace will never truly stop this beat shall go on forever.
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