Tekst:
Massacre

This is 50 I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit I got a itchy

[Mad Child] slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic sensational recreational narcotics I thought I lost it but I found it temptation marches

Yeah Uh huh So seductive I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollypop Go 'head girl don't you stop Keep going 'til you hit the spot

Walking under skies, waiting for the fall Meet me at the corner shop, I'll show you it all Free you of your mind, something you won't find In the West

(copyright Nazareth, Tiflis Tunes,inc.-ascap) Mist upon the hill can remember murder, Mist upon the hill that once flowed with blood, Helped to cover

Stab, hack, slash, kill Stab, hack, slash, kill Stab, hack, slash, kill Stab, hack, slash, kill Die, butcher rage of hate Stab, hack, slash, kill Stab

be your first frontier don't let this happen again in a shrine of blood you'll confront the horror stand and react to fight back the massacre of the

for freedom No one hears the sound Pure massacre Pure massacre Pure massacre Pure massacre Pure massacre Pure massacre, yeah Pure massacre Pure massacre It's gonna be A pure massacre

Gee wilikers, Gatman, they got me surrounded I'm on my way I got a Gatman There's a problem, I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver