Lyrics

Going down to meet my kill See if i can fill my bag Gotta keep em off my trail I ain't gonna wave that flag Got a taste for finer things Shotgun shell and bones As long as the money keeps flowing We'll never leave them alone Cut em up and put em in boxes Ship em off to the east You can try as hard as you want But you'll never kill the Beast You'll never kill the beast Going down to meet my kill See if i can fill my bag Gotta keep em off my trail I ain't gonna wave that flag Everyday i go out killing To see what i can bring back To fill each and every one Of my sacks The one for the money and feeding The one for the pleasure and pain The one that keeps me going The one that feeds my Game The one that feeds my game Going down to meet my kill See if i can fill my bag Gotta keep em off my trail I ain't gonna wave that flag Got a nice hunk of ivory Holding it it feels just right Boy it makes me feel so pretty God damn it makes me feel so nice Knowing all about the murder Thinking all about the price Boy i love this old evil For such a small device
Writer(s): Sam Attridge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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