Just woke up from the beating you gave me
Now I'm starting my bike real quickly
I swore I would do it yesterday
But now it's time to put you away
A blade is sitting between my teeth
Watch me ride off with my black gloves and your feet
Tonight I'm your head hunter
The slash of my knife will sound like thunder
Goddammit there you are
Hiding under the f*cking bar
You say there's a cross in your pocket
But will wishing really stop this
My boot is pressing against your face
Your prayer becomes murmur under the weight of my mace
Tonight I'm your head hunter
The slash of my knife will sound like thunder
Reigning in this moment, I've lost my breath
Green fog gunning from my mouth sure looks like death
And If you ever want to make things right
Then I'll meet you in hell where we can pick back up this fight
Wicked Reign - Head Hunter Lyrics
Wicked Reign - Head Hunter Lyrics
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Just woke up from the beating you gave me
Now I'm starting my bike real quickly
I swore I would do it yesterday
But now it's time to put you away
A blade is sitting between my teeth
Watch me ride off with my black gloves and your feet
Tonight I'm your head hunter
The slash of my knife will sound like thunder
Goddammit there you are
Hiding under the f*cking bar
You say there's a cross in your pocket
But will wishing really stop this
My boot is pressing against your face
Your prayer becomes murmur under the weight of my mace
Tonight I'm your head hunter
The slash of my knife will sound like thunder
Reigning in this moment, I've lost my breath
Green fog gunning from my mouth sure looks like death
And If you ever want to make things right
Then I'll meet you in hell where we can pick back up this fight
Now I'm starting my bike real quickly
I swore I would do it yesterday
But now it's time to put you away
A blade is sitting between my teeth
Watch me ride off with my black gloves and your feet
Tonight I'm your head hunter
The slash of my knife will sound like thunder
Goddammit there you are
Hiding under the f*cking bar
You say there's a cross in your pocket
But will wishing really stop this
My boot is pressing against your face
Your prayer becomes murmur under the weight of my mace
Tonight I'm your head hunter
The slash of my knife will sound like thunder
Reigning in this moment, I've lost my breath
Green fog gunning from my mouth sure looks like death
And If you ever want to make things right
Then I'll meet you in hell where we can pick back up this fight
Writer: Bryce Olson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid