text: Ridin round town with no lights on
  Bumpin DarkThrone out my Audi A4
  Pentagram on my shawty torso
  Nails on my neck bout blood-soaked
  I ain’t got no heart, it’s still in Moscow
  You must not be flame if you got smoke
  Blood so cold, where my trench coat?
  Wait until they see what’s in my—
  Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what’s in my—
  Ever since I was a fetus, I knew that I could be this reincarnated elated Crowley
  I’m misunderstood and I’m proud about it now
  I’m roundin up all the calloused and malice and puttin em all up in a palace
  Call it the White House, no power balance
  Now let me get another shot at living, and I’ll never take it for granted again
  I swear to what? None!
  Hallway greeted with a gun
  How has it come to this? Everybody run!
  Police will put you in a wooden box in the ground if you look at em wrong in the wrong part of town
  But a motherfucker with a gun at a campus blastin away at the staff and masses you’ll—
  Let, live on again, with no regrets
  Oh, bet
  Who the fuck let you paint the land all red?
  It’s all a mess, I’m just a guest
  Go blast, your local press
  And kill em all, kill em all
  Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what up my trench coat
  Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat
  Wait until they see what’s in my—