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Watch Them Die Battle Lust

greets you children's skin, In the emptiness that surrounds them they will hear our battle cry. As skin is peeled back from your skulls, a battle lust

warcry butchers, Stir up the lust for legal slaughter. The living dead who look up to them, Who accept authority that kills them, Work for the corporation

cause man I aint tryina get bust Run for cover, pull a trigger, watch em all turn to dust A ribbon in the sky, I watched his mom dukes cry Too bad her

Intro: Rastafari and I and I love di yutes dem Repartriation... Woi children of man 1. Positively clear The people inna di world keep forgetting them

cause man I aint tryina get bust Run for cover, pull a trigger, watch em all turn to dust A ribbon in the sky, I watched his mom dukes cry Too bad her

spins, taste the medicine Or face the double M, we came to trouble them Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them

Radiate through tenements, emcees bleed estrogen Watch insanity increase, break it up piece by piece Never weak in the least, think you better see a priest Mortality, don't battle

Conquer the whole world to satisfy Their lust for pain and terror Disguise their faces to hide them In the dark determination The oath on the rune staff

believe you're not butter you thought you was on it Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet And now it's my turn kid watch me churn There's