Im a million bullet trains derailing
Try to get in my way, lets see if you can slow me.
Checkmate, my mate's been checked in
A separate culprit in the dugout asking me for sin
If life's a lecture your tapes is in the garbage bin
Ive seen the reruns, watched the bloopers
I'm telling you its all just shit.
I took you to your mothers house
And I served you for dinner
Wearing my striped shirt,
Yeah they call me "The Ringer'
I took you to your mothers house,
And i served you for dinner
I was wearing my striped shirt,
Thats right, they call me "The Ringer"
Satan's here
Im a million bullet trains derailing
Try to get in my way, lets see if you can slow me.
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