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!» |