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Look, I never asked to be a part of this culture
Snuck in' with vultures, societal torture
I'm in an enclosure causin' these ulcers
Won't carry a weapon, no need for a holster
All you opposers doomsday preppers
With Claymore's and mortars to outline the borders
Close in from the corners
Close quarter combatants
A horde of us pactin' against any faction
We're ready for action, no mental distraction
Can stop us from actin' in organized fashion
To finally cashin' and crashin' the party
Pull up, it's us, the silent majority
A voice to hushed and violent minorities
Doctors and orderlies, treatin' accordingly
Treatin' them poorly, the patients are loose
Ooh, that's right, have you lost all your patience
I'll gather them up, strike the nerve while we're waitin
I Thrive in' this haven, of mental enslavement
Could you survive where we have hanged men
Cause their behaving isn't depraving enough
To litter the grounds for these Ravens
Fuck is you sayin, you down for this pressure
Dealin' with goons who truly take pleasure
Ear to ear grinnin' like Alice's Cheshire
To greet an aggressor, treat em like lesser
Style of collector sent by and investor
Style of selector knobs, from safe to semi cause
A double tap a barrage of lead
That feels more like a mirage, go ahead
Talk your shit, rock with a click
Put rocks in the clip, keep that glock on your hip
Watch how you spit, cause collateral damage
Easy to manage, multiple maverick
Workin' together, uncommonly banded
You fall and get stranded right after we landed
From Charlotte to Camden, you all will get branded