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Cult-cult-cult-cult The cult of the reaper saved me Tell 'em make way for the boy in the black Camo paint and the Gore-Tex sack Bike in the trunk and the blade in the back Got a roof rack 4-wheel drive, when I whip it off track I don't know about that I'm finally free so it's fuck all these labels, know that I hate them Man, they're trying to sign me, trying to buy me, no one can find me Whippin' the 125 Strapped like a bodyguard I do not smoke and you know I don't drink But I'm starting to think I'm addicted to going hard Boochie in the double cup We do not give a fuck Me and Jay Vee went and started a wave And it's easy to say all these others are runner-ups Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds Try to make way for the boy in the black Camo paint and the Gore-Tex sack Bike in the trunk and the blade in the back Got a roof rack 4-wheel drive, when I whip it off track I don't know about that I'm finally free so it's fuck all these labels, know that I hate them Man, they're trying to sign me, trying to buy me, no one can find me Aus Songtexte Mania