[Originally performed by S.O.D.]
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Ruthless and vicious, he'll stomp on your face
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Deadly, malicious, stay outta his space
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He'll rip your eyes out, dont you look the wrong way
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And once you meet him, there's no time to pray
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He'll rip your heart out, make you eat your own lips
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He'll crack your elbows, and crush fingertips
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HE'LL MAKE YOU WISH THAT YOU DIDN'T EXIST
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Cause Sargent D is coming, and you're on his list
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Don't cut the line, cause he'll cut off your legs
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Don't waste your time or you'll spend time with the dead.
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Don't try to trick him cause he'll fill you with lead
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Don't beg for mercy, he'll piss on your head.
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He'll kill your sister, then mail back the tits
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He'll beat you senseless, then break out the whips
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HE'LL MAKE YOU WISH THAT YOU DIDN'T EXIST
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Cause Sargent D is coming, and you're on his list
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He'll pour gas on your kids, then throw 'em a match
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He'll back the car over grandma, the dissect her cat
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With his Stormtroopers of Death, they will come to your town
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Their Uzi's rip through flesh, then it's time to chow down
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Their cause is justified, their reason is clear
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The word 'revenge' is all that they hear
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HE'LL MAKE YOU WISH THAT YOU DIDN'T EXIST
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Cause Sargent D is coming, and you're on his list
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Sargent D And The S.O.D.
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