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Gorilla Voltage
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A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
Let's go fucking nuts
Let's fucking go banana's
Mi amigo the devil we Black Sabbath
Grip keeper and I'm playing the piano with my
Dick in yo grandma
I'm a bad mamma jamma
Home of the fucking mastodon
I'll fist fuck your face and then I'll crack your jaw
Go get an Adderall
No suicide Monday afterall
Then I got past the vault
Started running ran right past the guard
Son of Sam sniffing (bam bam)
Got a mouth for war got a good (god damn)
Electric ape shits snort a whole kilo man
Smoking DMT sit with me in the center of a pentagram
The darkness insists
Start driving it down a fist
Slit the wrist of snakes
Shape-shift into Sith
Only cocktail molotov
Tell the world to go fuck off
Laughing scuff I'm popping off
Pop in the actor wall
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
You're a mock bitch
You couldn't bе sparking shit with a flamethrower
The flamеs over
How about I ate Jehovah set the pain quota
The shame sung diva let you know when it be done
Got that napalm speech I burn leeches and pour your blood
Be put in the game and be smacking y'all with a lesson
I'm the answer dammit ain't no form of a question
That kemp burn of an injection into yo heart I get y'all stepping
If she got that golden booty turning your bitches into ex's
Marking the spot where I see spot room for the Dick van Dyke
My tiger stripes you seeing and know I'mma filthy inhuman being
Unholy Diver reviving the scene right after I cleave it
I've slinging heebee-jeebee zeenie meaty body anybody breathing
Taking the soul of opponents when it's overloaded know I'm feeding
Nitro with a blindfold get a mic and explode them
Hoes you think you feeling
Tis the season to be seasoned the sun is seasoned devour
I gain this power Clock the God rock see then ya
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn
A handful of matches and a can full of gasoline
Burn baby burn burn baby burn