gash on his sword Don't forget you are metal, not some ass-kissing whore Take some under your wings, but she must kiss the ring! Winds of metal,
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Days pass as seconds turn the key The strength of the moment lies with you Don the cap and close your eyes Imagine all the glorious challenge Iron metal
They say the competition is stiff, but I get a hard dick from this shit, now I stick it in I ain't never giving in again, caution to the wind, complete
world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space I like smoke and lightning Heavy metal thunder Racing with the wind And
world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space I like smoke and lightnin' Heavy metal thunder Racing in the wind And the
sure what that means And when she walks All the wind blows and the Angels sing But she doesn't notice me 'Cause she's watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap metal
another name Meanwhile Back on that burning shore Johnny's comrades stood speechless They looked with uh uh uh uh disbelievin' eyes As those bits of metal
a lame vein And mold it for metal Raw load is a grand Budweiser eppen me Ex-ect us for favors Why one does a hang child Piston story yeah And sorta sorry Wind
have been, cities I have seen, with concrete caverns rising from the ground. Miles and miles of asphalt trail, stretch across a land, stampeding metal
your shoulder Came through low in the rover knowin ya nova Trouble was seen then see trouble was me Double your speed, punch through metal fa sure I got the metal
Train set and match spied under the blind Shiny and contoured the railway winds And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed The hiss of the train at
wide awake Because more than my life's at steak So I ain't got time for blinkin' All the time I'm thinkin' If this ain't hell it's one fiery place Metallic
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on Precious metals round our necks and arms We tear it up y'
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it
