Shotguns in our hands, Satan's riding just behind,
shooting from the backseat, killing left and right.
Here to rise hell, here to win the fight,
we'll fuck your mom, you bet we'll do it right.

It's the rise of the rednecks from hell.

Gorging on your entrails, nothing will be left,
munching on your face, shitting on your chest.
Drinking all your blood, pissing on your corpse.

When we rise, abandon all hope.

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