Gun-metal to the lobe, you take everything.
With little discretion, you get an erection,
From stripping people of the hope they wish you could give them.
Your well kept facade is tearing at the seams.
Your stench can be smelled all throughout the building.
Counting coins as you kick her in the teeth.
Racketeer by any name;
Black market Ken Doll in the frontal position.
This album is filthy as fuck! It's a reminder of the dirge that's my hometown of NOLA (I live in Seattle, now) and the grimey metal scene that comes from bowels of the city! RONIN KILGANNON feat. INTERLOPER