Crystal Meth


Fifty Thousand dee-grees hot
Burn your ass right on the spot

Great big flash of light and heat
Fry your ass from head to feet

Mushroom clouds rise to the sky
No time to kiss your ass good by

'Tomic bombs are coming soon
Blow your ass right to the moon

If by chance the blast you miss
Fall-out's gunna end your bliss

In the dark your ass glow
Retirement you can forgo

Two weeks it takes for you to croak
You'll puke and barf and wretch and choak

Are you ready ready for your death?
Go and snort more crystal meth

So Hail! Hail! WW3
Very shortly you will see

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