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Born Against Battle Hymns Of The Race War

murder the sons of bitches make them pay for their victims pain this may not always work but by god they'll never do that again & the flesh still works

We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their bed as the special guests of honor you've been at the factory for hours

Rush Limbaugh's on the air again proving they're all guilty until proven... When he hits the captive rush hour they'll be laughing right along. Aunt &

re a bunch of spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! fukcing pussies!! Born against are fucking dead dead dead born against