Welcome to Montague Keen
Sinners all die, if the innocent bleed
'Angels' clean up the scene
The killers outside put respect on the Gs
Your friend lied, you believed her
She's a brat and a diva
You don't even need her
You're with 'The Angels' and your friend is a demon
I ain't even seen her
I don't even like that
On the streets with booty shorts, I can't wife that
Popping percs, perky poppers are call them 'Perkers'
Youngins out here Popping pills, so they can go through with the murder (HUH)
I burn bodies, so it's Taiylor Manson 'burner'
I'm the one who has the memo
The proceed'er and adjourn'er (HUH)
I make sinners stop their sins, and then I guide them to the furnace
I'd do it all again, because they actually deserve it (HUH)
Now they're in hell, tell me broski was it worth it
Your skin peeling off while you're burning (HUH)
I roll with drillers and killers and known villains
'The Angels' used to have opps, now those people are known victims (HUH)
Imagine seeing a corpse while you're going fishing, cut body parts in a bag with a facial expression sickened (HUH)
Bleach in the eyes all you see is distorted vision
See an opp on the Television, a Sysue Successful Mission (HUH)
He wanted a brawl, he should have listened (HE SHOULD HAVE LISTENED)
The Angels were made for war, he was condemned to be a victim (HUH)
Taiylor Manson - Welcome To Montague Keen Lyrics
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Welcome to Montague Keen
Sinners all die, if the innocent bleed
'Angels' clean up the scene
The killers outside put respect on the Gs
Your friend lied, you believed her
She's a brat and a diva
You don't even need her
You're with 'The Angels' and your friend is a demon
I ain't even seen her
I don't even like that
On the streets with booty shorts, I can't wife that
Popping percs, perky poppers are call them 'Perkers'
Youngins out here Popping pills, so they can go through with the murder (HUH)
I burn bodies, so it's Taiylor Manson 'burner'
I'm the one who has the memo
The proceed'er and adjourn'er (HUH)
I make sinners stop their sins, and then I guide them to the furnace
I'd do it all again, because they actually deserve it (HUH)
Now they're in hell, tell me broski was it worth it
Your skin peeling off while you're burning (HUH)
I roll with drillers and killers and known villains
'The Angels' used to have opps, now those people are known victims (HUH)
Imagine seeing a corpse while you're going fishing, cut body parts in a bag with a facial expression sickened (HUH)
Bleach in the eyes all you see is distorted vision
See an opp on the Television, a Sysue Successful Mission (HUH)
He wanted a brawl, he should have listened (HE SHOULD HAVE LISTENED)
The Angels were made for war, he was condemned to be a victim (HUH)
Sinners all die, if the innocent bleed
'Angels' clean up the scene
The killers outside put respect on the Gs
Your friend lied, you believed her
She's a brat and a diva
You don't even need her
You're with 'The Angels' and your friend is a demon
I ain't even seen her
I don't even like that
On the streets with booty shorts, I can't wife that
Popping percs, perky poppers are call them 'Perkers'
Youngins out here Popping pills, so they can go through with the murder (HUH)
I burn bodies, so it's Taiylor Manson 'burner'
I'm the one who has the memo
The proceed'er and adjourn'er (HUH)
I make sinners stop their sins, and then I guide them to the furnace
I'd do it all again, because they actually deserve it (HUH)
Now they're in hell, tell me broski was it worth it
Your skin peeling off while you're burning (HUH)
I roll with drillers and killers and known villains
'The Angels' used to have opps, now those people are known victims (HUH)
Imagine seeing a corpse while you're going fishing, cut body parts in a bag with a facial expression sickened (HUH)
Bleach in the eyes all you see is distorted vision
See an opp on the Television, a Sysue Successful Mission (HUH)
He wanted a brawl, he should have listened (HE SHOULD HAVE LISTENED)
The Angels were made for war, he was condemned to be a victim (HUH)
Writer: Mantšo Tšiu
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid