357 - Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, Vanderslice

Night after night, it repeats

An exciting romance

Night after night, it repeats

An exciting romance

The beat savage, throw the heat to your cabbage

Defeat you weak bastards, the meek shall inherit

Dutchmen will crush men, commercial rappers, fuck them

It’s on the radio, it sucks then, we don’t even discuss them

We laugh at 'em then crack a Sam Adams

In black with bandannas, get blasted with mad hammers

357 to his face, make the faggot say, «Oh»

Watch the crowd run faster than track meets, big bitches with fat feet

Sprinting speeds that exceed Olympian athletes

I love the sound when I bust the pound and watch people rush around

Tripping over trashcans and some hit the fuckin' ground

It lasts forever, in my heart and my soul

I get the same feeling every time it starts to unfold

Get chills up my spine when it starts to unload

With some pills and some la and spark at my foes, I can hear it

I hear the voice of the crowd

It will last forever

Locked in my heart, kept away

Like a stolen treasure

The Flying Dutchmen, fire iron when rushin'

The lights, sirens, percussion, they whilin' violent, it’s nothin'

To get it started, my clique hits the hardest

The fifth kick like Bruce Lee flicks, this shit retarded

The game of death, put the flame to ya flesh

David Koresh, Heaven’s gate, fate, playin' with X

Or like a 9/11 tower in the eleventh hour

A demon knight, the Bimmer’s right, feel the weapons shower

The anti-Christ, anti-thesis for a man with Jesus

Who jam them heaters for your chains and your fancy sneakers

Rims and tinted cars, cherry scented cigars

Faced with a three to six, they snitchin' or tellin' it all

I play the back when this foul weather risin'

Dutchmen disgustin', now, forever risin'

Storm cloud off of the shore, we bring the tide in

Starwind on assignment, motherfucker

I hear the voice of the crowd

It will last forever

Locked in my heart, kept away

Like a stolen treasure