Kruger
Album • 2015
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Look at that beauty Half a ton of iron from Big Barn in Des Moines A dreadful weaponry Ten grand of shiny steel And half as much of extras Engines are running We hit the road at noon Get the fuck out of our way The beasts they're roaring Beware all of you state troopers Don't mess with us today Today is the day The Leathernecks MC Is taking back the road Today is Sunday Don't you try to curb me I'm fucking out of control No gods no masters We won't slow down a jot Before Joe's diner My hunger for freedom Won't be appeased until I get My diet coke and my quarterpounder
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 13, 2026
Look at all those hipsters Eating right from the trees Look at the skinny suckers Always shitting flabby I won't eat no damn thing That can't previously walk I need food providing Decent nutricious facts Ketchup is the one vegetable I'm ok to swallow Congrats Mr Reagan For that thoughtful law I might consider french fries To go along my steak If their name did not sound So definitely gay I grew here on the land Of the pilgrim fathers Those who fed on bisons, wild geese Longhorns and hare I won't give up heritage For that hype green rubbish Nor change my T-bone steak For diuretic black radish The only real sad thing About my fellow meat Is that it's fed with grass In theory at least
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 13, 2026
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