Get The Shot Reign In Blasphemy
"This state of disfiguration is permanent"
Crucify the lackeys of ignorance
Punish the vermin who feeds on illusion
Sacrifice their miserable existence
Crush down deceivers and spit on their dead flesh
Release the dogs of war on these pitiful failures
Your pain is not my pain
Bottom feeder, we're not the same
Seeing through your lies pig, you make me sick
The throne you claim is a pile of shit
Your shady disguise is wearing thin
The fall's about to begin
You keep running your mouth
Pretending you're judge and jury
But you're king of nothing, you lying scum
Check it
'Cause when you cross the line
Be ready to pay your dues
Motherfucker
Make your prayers, bloodsucker
Make your prayers, bloodsucker
Ain't no solace for a motherfucking snitch
See you rotting all alone in a cold ditch
Ain't no mercy for a motherfucking prick
Take your last breath because this is when you pay
