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Kris Michael Klyne
Kris Michael Klyne
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Drinkin' my fill, pass the growler over Walkin's for chumps, bring the service on Tappin' that keg, what the doctor ordered Different kind of tap, when the beer is gone Light up, there's a smoke show Bands up, tell they want 'mo Breathe it all in, air is thick with ammo Floating above, never touch the ground Foot taps again, again, again And again, and again and again and again Stomper out of control Stomper, let the rock roll Stomper now the tribe speaks Stomping time to feed the freaks Pass me that bourbon, let the taste wash over Bring me some heat cause my muscles sore Plug me in now cause the wind is tighter Let's see if steel softens to the core Vibrate, hairs they stand tall Earth rise, crest of wave squalls Washing me now in a sweating downpour Sensory maxed, can't feel more alive Turn it up loud, louder than loud Louder than loud, loudest of loud Stomper out of control Stomper, let the rock roll Stomper now the tribe speaks Stomping time to feed the freaks I can write riffs that will break my shoulder I can write words that will warm your heart He can play leads that will make you smaller He can drop bass that will dance the part He can kick sh*t out the skins he paid for We can play soft or just obnoxious Nows not the time to decipher a code Stomp 'em down let's see what's up Stomper out of control Stomper, let the rock roll Stomper now the tribe speaks Stomping time to feed the freaks
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