Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lair of the Black Worm, artist - Marco Polo. Album song A-F-R-O Polo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.2017
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Lair of the Black Worm |
Aha |
You are in the vampires lair |
Welcome |
One, two |
Can you hear me now? |
Aha |
Ayo |
Keep the garlic in the glove compartment |
Bloody squadron |
At your funeral your buddy marching |
Fucking awkward |
Niggas cop shit, pretentious |
Rock spending riches |
For block-headed bitches |
Make a spectacle record ventilating the taste |
Ugly square bitch face with rectangular waste |
Play in based in Dracula horror phase |
Impeccable pace make the vessel and heart race |
Marco Polo, shot your torso |
Cop and torch bowls |
Cops are more so assholes |
Forceful and bashful |
Choose clues of brutality |
Shoot Blue’s Clues and bitches from The View afterwards |
Have a discussion |
Rapping repugnant |
Grab your girl and snatch the abstinence from her |
Your rhymes are absent |
Mine are spine align attachment |
My rhymes are like underground mines collapsing |
When you walk through the chambers of the vampire lair |
You stand in fright and fear |
No chance to hide in here |
Aha |
There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide |
When you walk through the chambers of the vampire’s lair |
You stand in fright and fear |
No chance to hide in here |
Aha |
There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide |
Sleep inside the coffin, rest |
I’m able to put your murder on tape and keep her wanting a casette |
Bring pain, the fangs sink |
Remain the same drink |
Legs engraved in gangrene, it’s a hanging |
A vampire satire pass fire dried alive eyeballs |
A poor choice is informin' the news |
The portion consumed when the organs’s removed |
More food, quench the thirst, next to serve |
No extra germs, your ex, there’s no more left of her |
Dinner plates fill the table, still unable |
To have a person save you as I eat into your naval |
Wrap a cable around your neck, slash your ankles |
Tackle you, as you ran away, gettin' fatal |
The wrath is a night of flares, say goodbye |
When you walk into the vampire’s lair |
When you walk through the chambers of the vampire’s lair |
You stand and fright in fear |
No chance to hide in here |
Aha |
There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide |
When you walk through the chambers of the vampire’s lair |
You stand and fright in fear |
No chance to hide in here |
Aha |
There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide |
There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide |