Sicktanick Unholy Execution lyrics

I'm an American terrorist raised up in this wicked nation,
breeded and sent by the peoples frustrations
And I'm not Al Queda, I'm a homegrown satanist terrorist
who loves to kill a fucking pacifist
You've been found guilty by the doctrines of the damned
for preachin' beliefs that contradict the left hand
I've got a bomb on my chest
and I'm not afraid to use it,
got the power of the devil,
best believe I'm gonna abuse it
on american christians and catholics
Fuck the baptists and the muslim theatrics
Your god was a bastard, your vrigin was a whore
and Muhammed was a faggot
and the pope molested little boys
Tell me what you wanna know about this dirty bomb shit
Chemical warfare in the land of the free, bitch
The twin towers was only the beginning,
so indulge in desire
The real terrorisms coming from me

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Welcome, Welcome, To My, Unholy Execution [4x]

After 9/11 everyone got patriotic
but before 9/11 it was about the chronic
No one really gave a fuck about this country
and it took a disaster like this to bring a little unity
That's pathetic and I won't accept that
So I got anthrax, mustard gas and a guest pass
to the white house, I'm fittin' to have some fun
So fuck george Bush, his wife and his bitch ass son

Fuck the democrats, too, and all of congress
You wanna imprison the public and you're gonna be haunted,
after that I'm off to the Vatican
with a hijacked plane and a mind full of sin,
preachin' their nonsense I'm gonna cause a real ruckus
You want the devil, well you're gonna get him, fuck it,
and as the plane collides the tears fall from your eyes
You're all gunna die and your heaven is denied

[Hook]

Say farewell to the flesh, our most prized posession
and during the exorcism I took the devil's blessing
And now I got c4 strapped to my chest
as I enter the church I said give god your best
'cause your all about to die and your faith means nothing
and where the hell you goin' to you're not runnin'
and I'm gunning for every church in America
I'm gonna show em their worth through hysteria
As a pile of ashes I blast this
Murder is my drug, motherfuckers and I've become an addict
So don't panic on the plane when I'm by you
Just grab your nuts, motherfucker, and let me show you the truth
There is no god or a war for oil
It's only me on this earth and I'm in control
So when the big bomb busts are you gonna be awake
In your city I'm killin' and this is real and not fake, oah

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