Correction Lyrics Children of Doom by Venom

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Intro: Red Eye:

Yeah, hah, Children of Doom, Beatahoe, Beatahoe, Gore, Gore, Red Eye, Born Unique, Venom, increase the mothaf**kin' slime rate, it's that sinister sh*t, yeah, uh

I'm still unf**kwitable (yeah!), f**k what you heard (huh?), you want me to step to you then put your face on the curb (bah!)
Crews get stomped out, y'all faggots gon' learn (a lesson), F**k money, ya ashes in the box is what you earned (burn)
I'm the reincarnated fat version of Darth Vader (dark side!), Ma**acre partaker, blow my favorite cigar flavor
Old Testament, killin' in God's favor (Lord have mercy!)
New Testament, I'm the reason why God hate us (f**k 'em!)
Blastin' out bankers then I'm shivvin' down lawmakers
Ain't sh*t sweet, but I'm givin' out jawbreakers
Leave you to the ER, or a spot on the morgue table
Tag on the toe with the name that the Lord gave you (woo!)
I'm so sick I guess I'm mentally disabled
Who in they right mind put a blade to yo' kid's navel? (Yahh!)
That's me makin' n***as drink the pain juice
Red Eye, a cross between Babe Ruth and Azazel (Yeah!)

Dressed up junkie, cocaine chunky, Myanmar (yeah)
Me and Gore, FILA Velour, at Diador' (Gore what up?)
Evil pure (uh!), blind man seen it all (yeah)
Even bleed your soul we don't even clean it off
He done sees the Lord what they fiendin' for
Joe clog Montega got 'em leanin' stealin' from the store
Beggin' for more (yeah!), Moonshine can't get it raw (yah!), Marty draw jaw, broken bottles on the floor
Bax War, axes up for faggot cats actin' tough, leave shots to your head enough, hang it up (hang it up!)
Meatgrinder have you mangled up (yeah!)
Star spangled off the angel dust, hammers bust so scandalous
Might shake your hand fam dead but I don't ever trust Machetes rush, push on the moon like cans of Planters' nuts
Building destroyed make your planet bust (yeah)
Hangin' amateurs off the banisters, you don't want bang with us

Carving disorders got Hebrew lawyers to beat the case Squeezing hollow points to your trachea easy to hit your face
My resumé LaVey loungin' in my cool frames
Surgical goon new face like Ladies Love Cool James
Indecisive polygamous villain, burn villages
Extortin' delis turnin' percentages wastin' innocence
Meatgrinders diligence, quarter bricks in the matzah balls Cocaine knishes pressed up dressed like Tylenols
I flow best in the gold lights
I play sl*ts Rihanna's video so they can seizure from strobe lights!
Hustle anywhere I can fall dice, roll dice
Rolled the customs, Medellin stuffin' the Old Spice
Blood farmers on every block, muddy work in every state Snitchin' the cops for bait, you dirt on Heaven's grave
The aftermath of guinea pigs I murder ten a day, to flood the block with H I call it crème brûlée

Verse 4: Venom:

Yo, a twenty kilos of the pure uncut, Electric Lucifer
Black Ma** skills with the style of an executioner
The crime saga continues, we blowin' up venues
The blood merchant, pushin' a hearse in, dispersin' out menus, end you
I bust rust gats, they gutter like muskrats
Gun claps I prefer straight to your furjacks
Torture's divine the bottom line don't make me hurt you, 'Cause pain is a virtue, I'm turnin' blue skies to hazes purple
So let it begin, my cult's committin' virtuous sin, you never heard of us, the murderers grim!
Harsh reality to battle me your chances are slim
In actuality you fascists are dim, a blasphemous sin!

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