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Alright here we are back once again

The outcast

Outlaw

Outsider

Wasted youth

Growing excile

Here to take revenge on your sociaty

And spit our last breath in man kind's face

We ain't got no image

And we ain't got no style

We don't rap

And we can't act

And we deffinatly ain't too *****ing pretty

But we'll drink you under tha table

Knock your *****ing teeth out

Steal your *****ing car

Piss in your face

***** your *****ing mother

And tell you the truth

The hole truth

And nothing but the truth

As we seen it while surving our life sentences

On the outside and darkside

On your sick twisted evil *****ing sociaty

This here is my last chance

To rise above the gutter

And say to you and man kind and the hole *****ing human race

***** you

This hole thing is dedicated

To all the outcasts, white trash and wasted youth out there

Doing their time on the city streets

And praying to the night sky alone

This ones for us

Our kind belongs nowhere

Welcome to excile

Welcome to nowhere

These are the out law randoms

So let's *****ing go

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