1. |
12 Gauge Pumps
04:52
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12 GAUGE PUMPS
Girl like you ain’t every day.
With eyes like that I’m gonna pay.
And I don’t know what I’m gonna do.
Look at me like I’m the one.
But you’re out there, holdin the gun.
High heeled shotgun, lookin for the kill.
Whoa Yeah!
I know, you were trouble (trouble!), ‘fore we ever met.
I know, you were trouble (trouble!), ‘fore we ever met.
Wrapped like death in leather and lace.
Girl you set one hell of a pace.
And I got no, problem keepin up.
Body girl is hard to beat.
Hotter than the summer heat.
And I know that, I’ll be burnin up.
Whoa yeah!
I know, you were trouble (trouble!), ‘fore we ever met.
I know, you were trouble (trouble!), ‘fore we ever met.
Straight outta Hell, you bring the doom.
With each hip sway, you slay the room.
And I know that, I’m not standin still.
Heart-breaker with poison lips.
Catch a kill with just a kiss.
And I know that, I gotta get my fill.
Whoa Yeah!
I know, you were trouble (trouble!), ‘fore we ever met.
I know, you were trouble (trouble!), ‘fore we ever met.
(I knew that you were gonna be!)
(I knew that you were gonna be!)
(I knew that you were gonna be trouble!)
(I knew that you were gonna be!)
(I knew that you were gonna be!)
(I knew that you were gonna be trouble!)
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2. |
Asphalt Hero
03:02
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ASPHALT HERO
Just another day, I thought I was dead.
Just another race, runnin through my head.
Ridin a horse without a name.
I got a death wish baby and you’re to blame
(Go, go, go!)
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!)
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!)
Death proof baby and I’m at ground zero!
Cruising the streets ain’t enough for me.
It’s all out WAR! I want you to bleed.
I don’t fight with bombs that explode.
Weapon of choice, two wheels and the road.
(Go, go, go!)
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!)
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!)
Death proof baby and I’m at ground zero!
See me haunting Freeway 5.
Bloody mess, I’m barely alive.
Paramedic’s evil dream.
Nightmare mode, watch ‘em scream.
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!)
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!)
Death proof baby and I’m at ground zero!
(Go, go, go!)
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!)
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!
All out assault! (On an asphalt hero!)
Death proof baby and I’m at ground zero!
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3. |
Natural Born Killer
03:50
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NATURAL BORN KILLER
Live my life out on the road.
Hittin every mark in his humble abode.
Never see me, I’m slick as slime.
The wolves try to catch me, but I’ll never do time!
(Well I’m a!) Natural born killer, I kill for fun.
Best Friend’s a knife, and the other’s a gun.
Sing to myself when I’m alone.
You’ll never tell by my face of stone.
Natural born killer. (And I kill for fun.)
I’m a natural born killer. (Shooting everyone.)
Natural born killer. (And I kill for fun.)
I’m a natural born killer. (Shooting everyone.)
Try all you want, there’s no escape.
From the sight of my .308.
Beg, you can plead, you can write a letter.
And bring all your friends, you can die together!
(Well I’m a!) Natural born killer, I kill for fun.
You’ll get no remorse from the barrel of a gun.
Suit and tie, they get me by.
Never look twice, before you die.
Natural born killer. (And I kill for fun.)
I’m a natural born killer. (Shooting everyone.)
Natural born killer. (And I kill for fun.)
I’m a natural born killer. (Shooting everyone.)
I play music like nobody else.
Piano wire, around your throat.
Deep red money is all I know.
Last one to pay, first one to go!
(Well I’m a!) Natural born killer, I kill for fun.
You know my conscious weighs a ton.
Don’t say that the work is bad.
It’s the only life I’ve ever had.
Natural born killer. (And I kill for fun.)
I’m a natural born killer. (Shooting everyone.)
Natural born killer. (And I kill for fun.)
I’m a natural born killer. (Shooting everyone.)
(Well I’m a, natural born killer, and I kill for fun.)
(Natural born killer shooting everyone.)
(Natural born killer, and I kill for fun.)
(Natural born killer shooting everyone.)
(Everyone. Everyone. Everyone.)
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4. |
Killing Machine
05:06
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KILLING MACHINE
Horror movie villain, straight outta hell.
Five speed Chevy, and I’m out on bail.
I got, guns to the teeth, money to the sky.
Fuck with me, if you wanna die.
Dillinger ain’t got shit on me.
Tommy gun, buried six feet deep.
AK-47 with the drum magazine.
When I’m cut, it’s bullets I bleed!
21st century killing machine.
Built by money, and fueled by greed.
21st century killing machine.
Built by money, and fueled by greed.
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century killing machine!
Got no money, got no job.
Gotta find me a bank to rob.
Gonna get away, fast as I can.
Cross the border with a Mexican.
Five speed Chevy, I’m on the lamb.
Running this bitch straight to Bethlehem
Fucking in a church, looking for the Devil.
Waiting in line, like a motherfucking rebel!
21st century killing machine.
Built by money, and fueled by greed.
21st century killing machine.
Built by money, and fueled by greed.
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century killing machine!
Holiday in Hell with a stiff upper lip.
Lady that drinks like she cracks a whip.
Thought I been hot, thought I been bothered.
Turns out I’m just hot under the collar.
Not the only one, who failed to see.
Living my life, the American dream.
Not the only one, who kills to feed.
Million motherfuckers out there just like me!
21st century killing machine.
Built by money, and fueled by greed.
21st century killing machine.
Built by money, and fueled by greed.
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century. (Killing machine.)
21st century killing machine!
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