Death by the head crusher, Head Crusher! Time to take your last walk in this world Before your journey begins underground But not before we torment you from your Cell straight to hell with a short detour in-between Begging for mercy, all alone Unable to

Kirisute gomen He who walks the fire breathes Unlike the rest Living by the bloody creed Air of battle tasting stale Reeks of deceit Send the bitter straight to hell In their wretched guts all they want is to feed Unending, covetous hunger known as greed

Just like my mama said And I'm going straight to hell I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

They'll never know we give no warning We set a trap they took the bait It's under crimson skies hell's horizon Our trap will spring Unaware of our presence they'll be marching Straight to their doom We are prepared for war ready to fire

Have a drink on me So don't worry about tomorrow Take it today Forget about the check We'll get hell to pay Have a drink on me (on me) Whiskey, gin and brandy With a glass I'm pretty handy I'm trying to walk a straight line

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (it's lit) I was hot as hell up in the heat (yeah, yeah) Then this storm came in to save my life Meditate, just got down on my knees (straight

When you shoot across the sky like a broken arrow It's so hard to keep yourself on the straight and narrow It's all I've got Yeah when you hit the ground It's hard to get to heaven when your falling hell bound Every break, every burn, every toss, every

Just like my mama said I'm going straight to hell And I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grave Straight out of hell Ring the bells Plague is here to stay Roaches and locusts they cover me knowing they'll

Go straight to hell, boys There ain't no need for ya Straight to hell Go straight to hell boys Oh Papa-san If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust