Let's Go (The Royal We) (Music From The Motion Picture Venom)

Let's go!

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Anarchists put a flame to a tire, walk around with the fire 'round necks

Mankind gotta deal with a new kind of mind I'm a quick death wrapped in a threat

Tell these fuzzy little weak-heart bunny babies back up or get wet

Nevermind where you draw the line, I got a mind for crime, it's all disrespect

I'm a oil rig fire in the flesh, you're a lunchbox walking erect

Tasty treats from the lungs to the flesh of the neck

Who's hungry? The table's set, come get it

Pain's a game that you better run with it

Have fun with it, enjoy your suffering

Kernel panic, terminal rushin'

Empty the clip while your clip's still bufferin'

Look in the eye of the violent and villainous

We are the murderous militants

We are the pirates that hide on the island invade or we wilding

Marauding and murdering merchantmen

We have been cursed by the curs

We shooting first on our turf

Pay us our proper respect

You pray for your God to end the perverse

He sent the worst of the worst

Every death demon disperse

We put them all in a hearse

We put them under the earth

We are the savages ravaging hell

Death in the air, we relish the smell

We are the hand of the Lord

We are the hand with the sword

Taking the heads of the faith

We are the sealers of fate

We are the fangs of the snake

Let's go!

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The enemies of the state (ayy)

Pardon me, your mistake (ayy)

See, I'm raised to eat pain (woo!)

Appetite for sliced face

Me and Mike mount the Hellcat

Armed to the pearl-whites like yikes!

Twenty cents gets your ghost ejected

It's free now, go to the light

Me and Mike bring delight to the knife fight

Get twenty-nine grand sliced

Me, I just take it light

Might light twenty-nine grand up in a night

Tongue lash slash in defiance

Born to brawl boy, the bastard alliance

Hardy-har, you a laugh, I'm a riot

That's not a brag, that's science!

Back from the bellows of hell

Back from the back of a jail in the cell

Back from the gun and the priest to the con and the creed

Back to the streets from the East

Back to the belly of beast

Back to the place of my peace

Back to me holding my piece

Anything working disturbing that peace

Will certainly meet the deceased, capiche?

Oh, why must I tell 'em again?

What must I tell 'em, my friend?

That we are born into sin

And we are worshiping murderers

Nothing but evil duplicitous men

I know you heard of 'em all

We should just murder 'em all

We should just murder and ball

We dance on the ruins we looting from all of they palace's walls

Let's go!

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