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I’m done posting sappy memorials every year on this date. Fact is, I’ve got nothing left. I got no more sorrow, no more tears … so forget that nonsense. All you’ll get from me is some good ole American anger, and a very intense need for justice. And to be quite honest, it scares the living fuck out of me to think that there are a lot of sick motherfuckers out there who are just waiting for another chance to strike at us. There are those who are in power now (or might be soon!?) who will give those sick motherfuckers that chance.

IT’S TIME TO WAKE UP, AMERICA!

“Open Season” — Stuck Mojo
Music: Ward, Lyrics: Aborn, Nelson, String Arrangement: Eric Frampton

I speak peace when peace is spoken, But I speak war when your hate is provoking, The season is open 24-7-365, Man up yo time to ride, No need to hide behind slogans of deceit, Claiming that you’re a religion of peace, We just don’t believe you, We can clearly see through, The madness that you’re feeding your people, Jihad the cry of your unholy war, Using the willing, the weak and poor, From birth drowning in propaganda, rhetoric and slander, All we can say is damn ya

My forefathers fought and died for this here
I’m stronger than your war of fear
Are we clear?
If you step in my hood
It’s understood
It’s open season

I don’t need a faith that’s blind, Where death and hate bring me peace of mind, With views that are stuck deep in the seventh century, So much sand in your eyes to blind to see, The venom that you leaders preach, Is the path to your own destruction, Your own demise, You might say that I don’t understand but your disgust for me is what I realize, Surprise!
Your homicidal ways has got the whole world watching, Whole world scoping, So if you bring it to my home base, Best believe it, The season’s open

I see you, Hell yeah I see you, Motherfucker naw, I don’t wanna be you, If you come to my place, I’ll drop more than just some bass, Yo you’ll get a taste of a, Sick motherfucker from the Dirty, I ain’t worrying not a fucking bit, I’m telescoping like Hubble, Yo you in trouble, Yo on the double, I’m wild with mine, Bring that style with mine, Fuck with my family I’ll end your life, Just the way it is, Just the way it be, Do you understand? No matter if you’re woman or man, or child, My profile is crazy, That shit you do doesn’t amaze me, I’m ready to blaze thee

I don’t give a damn what god you claim, I’ve seen the innocent that you’ve slain, On my streets you’re just fair game, Like a pig walk to your slaughter, The heat here is so much hotter, And my views won’t teeter totter or fluctuate, Step to me you just met your fate, And I’ll annihilate, With the skill of a Shogun assassin, Slicing and dicing precise with a passion, In any shape form or fashion, Bring it to my home, Welcome to the danger zone, Cause your attitude’s the reason, The triggers keep squeezing, The hunt is on and it’s open season

It’s Open Season