Riding through the streets
Never giving a damn
Got a guardian from hell
Big plans
See me burn the road up
I'm a tyrant and mean
I'm really gonna make you scream
DEAD ON ARRIVAL
See me in the alleys
Lurking low with the rats
Got my eye fixed on you
Fat chance
Come on over here
I've got something to sell
A one way ticket to hell
Satan gives the thumbs down
Soon I gotta strike
You won't reach your destination
I'm the reaper's assassin
Master of hell
I demand your soul to sell
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