xx///p0l1t1cs_pt.2///xx Lyrics

Sorry for my enmity

And no, it's not the end of me

I'll charge my hostility towards all of the discrepancies

Wicked ones deserve a wicked tongue

(wicked comes)

We are not your sons or your daughters

We are the gun

We're the gun aimed right between your fucking eyes

Turn and run, you can't handle being penalized

Lowlife scum is your name to me

To the slums, we'll put you where you deserve to be

You piece of shit, put your money where your mouth is and eat it

You can eat this fucking fist, and chomp down on my fucking dick

Wicked ones deserve a wicked tongue

(wicked comes)

We are not your sons or your daughters

We are the gun

I hope you fall

I hope it's paralyzing

Step right this way, if you'll please, to meet your fucking maker

Step right this way, if you'll please, to meet your fucking

Maker

Now you face your consequences

We're the gun aimed right between your fucking eyes

Turn and run, you can handle being penalized

Lowlife scum is your name to me

To the slums, we'll put you where you deserve to be