| AHHHHH
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| (God Is Here)
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| Necronomicon is coming
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| (God Is Here)
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| EWWWWIEWWWDUDU
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| (God Is Here)
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| AHHHHHAUGH
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| Mass Murdera (Yeah)
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| Strangla (Yeah)
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| Wig Splitta (Whut)
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| Mangla (Yeah)
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| Blood sucking vampire
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| Dark Lotus
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| King of Fire
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| Swing off your ceiling fan
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| Jump like an ape
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| And stomp on your head
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| Until it pops like a grape
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| Break ya neck if ya dissrespect
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| Bullet holes in your chest with my brand new tech
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| Dark Lotus in this bitch so you better beleive
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| That we don’t give a fuck if you’re left to bleed
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| Sitting on a tree branch like a crow
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| I’ll hawk your every move
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| Dropping down on muthafuckas backs
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| And twist they heads like screws
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| Fuck you electric chair
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| I don’t care
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| Bring it on bitch
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| Crack an egg on my head
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| I’ll fry you an omelet
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| Deep up in the woods naked
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| I do my fire dance
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| Around the pit I hop
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| With my skull, drums, and voodoo chants
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| It’ll never take shape
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| It’ll only mutate
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| See the fetus with a microphone
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| 3 arms, 2 brains, and only one leg (only one leg)
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| Shoot me Blow a hole in my lung
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| I’ll lick out the hole
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| When I swallow my tongue
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| Left alone in a world
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| Where hating men is the key
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| You can tell a judge was recreating
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| All that shit you see on TV
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| Pray for my soul you think it help
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| Only wanna hit my 40 cause I’m trying to melt
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| Hit you in ya backbone wich is deep
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| Bodybag with a tag in the bottom of the creek
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| Bullets percing through your skull
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| Ram my fist into your jaw
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| Retract my hand
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| Release your teeth
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| Yo chiclets falling to the street
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| Pull your eyelids over your head
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| Staple them to you skull
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| Dump bleach into your eyes
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| As I face fuck your girl
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| This bread I eat
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| This salt I swear
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| As I inflate my self with prayer
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| There is no grace
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| There is no guilt
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| This is the law
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| Do what thy will
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| A cup full of chicken blood
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| Three shapes of a monkey paw
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| I’ll have you cutting through your own arm
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| Bone
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| With a hacksaw
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| Bone’s exposed from the skin
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| Blood drips from innocence
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| Pulling lungs up outta chest
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| Leaving bodies where they rest
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| Where you gonna be when the sun goes down?
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| And six petals rise up from the ground
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| Lotus Pod fully grown about to take you home
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| To the land of smog where you’re free to roam
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| When we attack
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| We attack like a swarm
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| Punch you through your face
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| Rip off your neck
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| I play my rythm on your vocal chords
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| I walk on your ceiling
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| And drop thread in your mouth
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| Let poisin drip down it And silently take you out
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| One bee
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| Protecting the hive
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| We stay alive
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| I’m on overdrive
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| With my axe
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| Will you survive?
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| We’ll conformulate a plan
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| Reflex come and take control
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| With my hand in broken glass
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| And pull your heart out through you butthole
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| My eyeballs are black
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| My tears drip like oil
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| I fuck holes in my yard
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| And grow children from soil
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| The eyes of the dead
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| They come back alive
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| And wipe the air out your lungs
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| Now I see through your eyes
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| Dark Carnivals in this bitch
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| Waiting for he to come an start some shit
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| Point blank with the heat cased at me Labeled a killa cause I bust a cap in anybody
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| Scientists study me But they always quit
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| Cause I eat through my butthole
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| And talk nothing but shit
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| Dark Lotus
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| Devastation
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| Murder without no premeditation
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| Demons from beyond the earth
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| Creeping on out the dirt
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| They always said it wouldn’t last
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| But we’re still here though time has past
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| Our souls were sent to spread the word
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| And shine the light until done heard |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swarm, artist - Dark Lotus. Album song Tales from the Lotus Pod, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп