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The Final Call
Houston police say that the C-I-A and the F-B-I
Both say that Carnaby never worked for either agency
But his family tells a very different story
Saying the 52 year old spent about 30 years serving his country
Yeah, yo, the little pilot had his gun drawn
Like when the shoe bomber Richard Reid
Bit that stewardess' thumb off, you done for
When you die you go to heaven
'Til then welcome to Hellspawn
Celtic Frost at the Felt Forum, I'm never wrong
Stop acting tough
Small criminals can steal more money with laptops
Than with a mask or a gun
Intelligent, relevant, heretic, elegant terrorist
Presenting death sentences with malevolent eloquence
Label you larger than [Incomprehensible]and spark a jihad
Adolescent martyrs in malls [Incomprehensible]as bombs
While the lords of war parted their arms
Concentration broken by the sound of fight jets barking at God
Gat shooters they snatch A-Ks and chains
My shooters snatch planes
And cause international mayhem
In the mountains of Caucasia caught four pagans in an orgy
With Lord Satan onward the war races
I'm surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs
Design wars, it's the final call
I'm surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
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Dangerous thugs blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs
Design wars, it's the final call
Phony money and economics
That's the shit predicted by the prophets
Black guns, black helicopters
What is the connection between Jesus and the Shriners?
What is the question to the virus and Osiris?
That's why the gun is always on the hip
I learned to never sleep on devil and to come equipped
I don't never speak on nothing, always button-lipped
Whether it's why the Sun exists or if it's run your shit
Y'all are devilish and Vinnie move with god power
I called Bill, told him meet me at the god hour
It's never been a question whether or not I'm star power
The only question is whether or not the god's sour
Yeah in other words sick of the Amorite
Reverend Dr. Malachi Z. York had it right
Dealing with sound right reasoning and acting right
Teaching people how to handle ratchets and a hatchet right
I'm surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs
Design wars, it's the final call
I'm surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs
Design wars, it's the final call
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