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The Killing Kind
Battle
"It's not like you can just kill me."
"Actually, it's a lot like that."
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Who you, who you gonna screw?
Play it like you're really bad
Fire
Wanna, wanna be the man?
Doing everything you can
Play it like you're really bad
Tired
Can I interest you in nothing?
Will you buy my disease?
You can take what you want
You can hide what you need
Can I interest you in nothing?
Yeah, I think you'll be pleased
If you're looking for war
Open the one, two, three, door
Bleeding like a stuck pig
Play it like you're really big
Bleeding like a stuck pig
Don't matter
No one loves you, baby
Now without saying, "Please"
You got blood on your hands
You got dirt on your knees
Can I offer you salvation?
Yeah, I think you'll agree
You're about to fall, 'bout to fall
'Bout to fall, 'bout to fall
The battle, the war
The battle
The battle, the war
The battle
Inside job, you got a revolution
Napoleon had less rage
Self-made mob, you need an institution
You need a full-time cage
Why do you stay here?
Why do you roam?
Chaos feed the big man
He ain't going home, ain't going home
"It's not like you can just kill me
Just kill me, kill me, kill me..."
Disciple of chaos
A self-made man
Disciple of chaos
That's what I am
Disciple of chaos
The silent roar
Disciple of chaos
Open the one, two, three, door
The battle, the war
The battle
The battle, the war
The battle
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Who you, who you gonna screw?
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Who you, who you gonna screw?
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
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