Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Submit , by - Freakhouse. Song from the album Freakhouse, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 12.01.2009
Record label: Reality Entertainment
Song language: English
Submit |
| It’s Mr. Kool deep down in the Earth |
| Demons is lurking, and evils at work |
| Trapped in dimension with the Flatline henchmen |
| Sometimes I get hyperactive to kill the tension |
| Killer grills, spine chills, tingling |
| I’ll backspin with the souls of chains jingling |
| Twisted at the core but the troubled death tells |
| At times, I wanna get life but evil prevails |
| I can’t stop, my vision blurred, mind slurred |
| Spitting out phrases of words you never heard |
| So invest in a Bible, a nice selection |
| A creepy collection but there is no protection |
| Meddling with forces that you can’t comprehend |
| Infernal powers devour sin to sins underneath |
| So feel the forces of the beast |
| Cranium cracks as I chill with the deceased |
| We get so live (evil), live (evil) (x4) |
| This bloods for you from the Flatliner crew |
| Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Pain |
| Regain Hunchback of Notre Dame, it’s wreck the nigga vein |
| I kick no regular rhymes while leaving enough to flow |
| Give me a sip of the potion, flip the motion then I grow |
| And then burst out like a volcano the erupt |
| I run amok, evilest thought, I’m struck with luck |
| When you turn up the bird sounds, complete from out the ground |
| Flatline but that’s the people up ground |
| Tasmanian transform to the hyper |
| Lyrical typer, abominable sniper viper |
| Cat walker creeping, born I warn |
| For countdown now it’s to the break of dawn |
| This is Scary Us, to Take 'Em Underground |
| In the Rivaz Of Red, Run, cause it’s A Nightmare |
| Sacrifice your hope I’m filling a pitchfork with pork |
| This is the little baby Damien by the stork |
| Pop the cork, bust down ask for forgiveness |
| Live Evil business, I can’t win this so I end this |
| Red Rum is… Red Rum is… Red Rum is… |
| The most cold-blooded son of a bitch |
| 666, I’m sick, so sick, your body’s on the crucifix |
| Or chopped up and buried inside of a grave |
| When I have this craving for making you all afraid |
| Slash you with these claws that are on my paws |
| I have formed my soul to horrorcore |
| I’ma burn in Hell for that which I be saying |
| No praying, dead’s decaying when I am slaying |
| And it will rain with red when brains bled |
| Return of the evil dread quad six stay in your bed |
| We do acts because of the plaque I have with Satan |
| You don’t wanna keep Satan awaiting 'cuz he’s impatient |
| Hell is hot, you can see the sinister plot |
| When you rot, when the bone is thrown in the lot |
| The devil he says these lies to give me life |
| I’m alive, we represent the grave we survive |
| Live… evil (x8) |