.He got a sheath made of plastic
Grabs it over his head
Forty gallons of petrol
Gonna burn you all dead
A forty-five strapped to his side
A machete in his hand
What's the name what's the game
Holy hack jack's the man
He's a sick sick, sick gone moth.
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