Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A View of Hell (Hell of a View), artist - Apathy. Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A View of Hell (Hell of a View) |
| Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned |
| Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned |
| But I ain’t goin' out, but I ain’t goin' out without a fight |
| But I ain’t goin' out without a fight |
| I grab a motherfuckin' whale by the tail fin |
| Throw it through the sky, hit a jet make it tailspin |
| Spit straight lava my mouth is a volcano |
| Crush solid rock in my palm like soft Play-Doh |
| Travel on tours on the back of a torpedo |
| Inside of a tornado, you better inform NATO |
| Gold chains, gold crown, hoes who love to go down |
| Turn your city block into a ghost town |
| Real spooky, full of crack addicts with no goals |
| Well I’m the Grim Reaper pullin' souls through nose holes |
| Y’all are feminine as phones that are rose gold |
| Your flows old, already expired and grows mold |
| I’m so cold I could freeze boilin' water |
| Boy you oughta deploy a harder track |
| 'Cause I destroy the softer rappers |
| Swear they trappin' but never ever seen coke |
| That’s why you catch a contact just walkin' through weed smoke |
| Fire starter, pyrotechnical technician |
| You better listen or they’ll find you with your head missin' |
| Certified Pharaoh, find me at Fahrenheit’s |
| Hot enough to disinfect the mic from all you parasites |
| One verse is hot as the Sun’s surface |
| Hot as a gun burst is, burnin' ya epidermis |
| In my high school superlatives, said I’m the most murderous |
| Convertin' this verse into a furnace and start burnin' this |
| Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned |
| Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned |
| But I ain’t goin' out, but I ain’t goin' out without a fight |
| But I ain’t goin' out without a fight |
| Fallin' out the sky hit the ground and the earth shakes |
| I shouldn’t even be on this planet in the first place |
| The son of a god, Krypton is my birthplace |
| I murder in chronological order by birthdays |
| 'Til every sucker rapper’s extinct, I happen to think |
| Souls of my foes get trapped in my ink |
| Write flows with the ghosts of the recently deceased |
| Sound waves I compose are the frequency of the beast |
| Six hundred and sixty six megahertz a verse |
| Tour bus is a hearse, and every show’s at a church |
| I deliver the last rites every time I smash mics |
| Doctor Frankenstein diggin' with flashlights |
| To suture and stitch, I’m a computer that spits |
| I’m from the future and we don’t listen to Future you bitch |
| Terminator metamorphin' to liquid metal, a wicked devil |
| Rippin' several rappers to shreds on a different level |
| The most high exalted, suckers’ll get assaulted |
| Catapulted off the ground and their body is somersaulted |
| The sum of all summers, I summon power to alter |
| My physical form and channel the souls of the greatest authors |
| I’m Hiawatha, hot as a fire walker |
| Emergin' from underwater in a fuckin' flyin' saucer |
| (At night I can’t sleep) I think too deep |
| So I strike up a match and throw gas on the sheep |
| Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned |
| Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned |
| But I ain’t goin' out, but I ain’t goin' out without a fight |
| But I ain’t goin' out, out without a fight |
| Burned, burned, burned, bein' burned, burn |
| «Burn you fucker, burn!» |