I wasn't ready for this
It isn't something you'd miss
I'm gonna spit every word
So that my hate can be heard
It's for the M.B.L.A.
I wish them cancerous decay
That puts an end to their days
You know I wish them all dead.
I wish them all dead.
You know these fucks have the balls
To use municipal halls
To bring their shit into light
It's time to pick up a knife
Or any weapon you like
To see an end to their lives
Pick on someone your own size!
You know I wish them all dead.
I wish them all dead.
Go find relief in your graves
Yours are not lives I would save
What will they ask of us next?
You know I wish them all dead.
I wish them all dead.
Writer(s): Martin Richard Gilks, Miles Stephen Hunt, Malcolm Roy Treece, Martin Bell, Paul Clifford
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