| Disaster burst appetite
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| The last massacre, fantastica, ambassador
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| My castle’s like Vlad Dracula’s
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| Back to blood, blast the snow, plastic gloves
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| Laugh and love, my heart is pitch black
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| Like a panther cub over cancel lung
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| Call me acid tongue, hit hard like black sabbath drums
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| Like an assassin does, big solids and massive guns
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| Cooked in the mind, the first to blast and the last to run
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| Look in my eyes, you think that manson had a bastard son
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| Cast decide, after dancing out a rancid c***
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| Tabs and line, got me ran to contract… drugs
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| I shovel snow up to my dormant till my hands are numb
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| Bundles of dope, I know my uncle would be after touch
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| A smog is born of enormous horse and trashy s***
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| Nasty acid junks happily jack me till I’m blast to come
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| And stay swerving into murdering perversion
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| Urgin but we done certain the surgeon in the virgin
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| Cadaveric, maverick, savages, ravage the average
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| Of angela’s family, the famish cannibal sandwiches
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| After a funeral, turn terrible to beautiful
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| Severe dudes for food several medical tools are suitable
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| Probo times, some will live, some will die
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| Shoot out in the tomb found mummified
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| Shoot out till it’s summer crime
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| Pop a crime, devil might drive be genocide
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| Center bite, rubble strike hard like a metal pipe
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| Bark like a… sharp like a venom bite
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| Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night
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| Levitate them right, everything god except the christ…
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| Like paul baloff on studio 54 live
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| …vhs all time, can shoot the lama from the elbow
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| Like james heckfield produced the piranha demo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paul Baloff , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Grimy Awards, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп