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Missouri Executive Order 44
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I took your guns, I killed your friends
Thirty ought six unloaded into Christian heads
My god will come down
Pass the background check
He'll unload lead into all of your heads
My god will come down and unload his lead again, amen
(Adam-ondi-Ahman
Is the holy name of Zion
Stripped from our hands)
I watched the sun rise, I saw the blood run
Down the hill past the Cracker Barrel
I saw the blood run down from the Bass Pro parking lot
All the way past the Tracker Boat
Fifty of these Missouri bastard freaks
Skinned and left to bleed at my feet
I came to the place I thought god would be
What do you do when they take everything from me?
I came here to find my Zion
And they're going to have to all die so I can be free
Missouri bastard thieves
Id take every single one of them
Cut off their fucking heads
Hang 'em upside down and hang 'em like pigs
Oh, i'm hungry for blood
I wanna fucking bathe in it
Missouri bastard thieves
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