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G.G. ALLIN >> Merchandise Links
G.G. ALLIN
Do you want to sit around and choose Well, get ready world, your about to loose Don't come to me with that same old run I'm the bastard son of a loaded gun I'm the bastard son I'm the bastard son I'm the bastard son Bastard son, bastard son Of a loaded gun Stay out of my path, stay out of my way You don't want to make my fucking day When I bust your shit, you'll know where I'm from I'll blow your brains out with a gun I'm the bastard son I'm the bastard son I'm the bastard son Bastard son, bastard son Of a loaded gun I don't give a fuck about life's too short I hold my meetings in the devil's court It won't bother me if just for fun I'll blow your fucking brains out with a gun I'm the bastard son I'm the bastard son I'm the bastard son Bastard son, bastard son Of a loaded gun I'll deceive you, you're not my friend I'll bring your life to a brutal end When the blood starts pumping, I'll have my fun I'm the bastard son of a loaded gun I'm the bastard son I'm the bastard son I'm the bastard son Bastard son, bastard son Of a loaded gun
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