Lyrics Gorilla Voltage - Gorilla Voltage
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Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
You've
alluded
to
the
fact
that
you
Judas
And
gonna
be
droppin'
names
Get
a
cock
and
name
I
forgive
'em
my
pistol
pop
and
bang
I
stay
at
the
top
of
the
food
chain
Dinner
and
a
date
with
a
nice
Chianti
Cookin'
up
brains
on
a
hot
plate
Getting
bomb
brain
from
a
caucasian
Beyonce
With
some
fava
beans
I'm
the
farthest
thing
from
a
martyr
please
Yes
I'll
die
to
serve
the
weak
Burn
a
priest
Everybody
gonna
get
learned
to
see
I'm
the
C
to
the
L-O-C-K-W-O-R-C
Quantum
leapin'
up
into
that
pussy
'Cause
the
best
things
are
free
Got
this,
non-contest
I'm
a
bomb
threat
rockin'
You
can
smell
it
on
my
breath
Fire,
brimstone
hawkin'
Hot
poo,
Glock
full
Ain't
no
way
they
am
shit
I
be
makin'
'em
and
breakin'
'em
My
finger
bacon
strips
Take
a
hint,
squint
He'd
be,
the
devil
is
in
this
he
G
You
wanted
me
sick
and
I'm
working
a
9 to
5
And
jerkin
off
on
your
sheets
Sick
and
a
fuckin'
and
sockin'
and
mockin'
the
lion
I
am
king
of
the
jungle
Makin'
it
back
so
the
few
should
see
me
On
my
throne
of
bone
and
rubble
1 Lit
2 Grime
3 Paint the Town Red
4 Ninja Star
5 Monkey on My Back
6 Obsessed
7 Ftwfe
8 Die Hard
9 You Know What Really Grinds My Gears
10 Time
11 Cold Soul
12 Level Up
13 Gorilla Voltage
14 Stars Collide
15 Rocks for Brains
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