Letras: 8 Foot Sativa. Hate Made Me. Kick It All Away.

Danger on your doorstep, get the red carpet out
Get the floor swept, turn the volume to full
Feel the adrenalin pull prepare to break every rule
Just like a raging bull

Charging through your gates
Petrol tanker with no brakes
Bringing in fuel to burn
Battling whom it may concern

Kick it all away
Kick it all away

Just like ice it makes you feel cold
Hammering till you fold
Damaging dismantling
Exsistance going uncontrolled