Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dioxide , by - Coal. Release date: 22.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dioxide |
| I’m at the Owl |
| About to throw in the towel like dryer bins |
| Limbs I hide 'em in barrels |
| Stiff disemboweled, remove your bowels |
| Smelling like moving bowels |
| VW Beetle on the prowl, Theodore Cowell |
| Rape kit, acidic mouthful |
| Puffing that foul |
| Escape mental health council |
| Murder a whole house then stay with the bodies in the household |
| Barrel in a feds mouth like a snorkel |
| Back from a Dead Show |
| Bracelet still on like I support troops |
| Lock horns I’ll torch you |
| I’m spaced out like alien abductee support groups |
| Intense like Pakis and pipe bombs packed deep in airport rooms |
| Blak Church no hardcore group |
| Sign me I’m worth 4−2 |
| So I can push Bundy’s whip like Korn do |
| (Was sitting a seven foot tall alien grey. The stench was worse then the worst |
| garbage can you can imagine. |
| The the person was ab. |
| entity was absolutely |
| horrible, I didn’t waste any time I reached for my pistol, at that time I was |
| an engineer, I didn’t have time to carry all the folderol of one of these big |
| sub machine guns, that all the Sea Spray and the Yellow Fruit.) |
| You’re smart to fear it, drinking spirits til my liver explodes |
| Decompose you wither while I’m pissing out a river of souls |
| I grow bitter so I spit a cloud of killer bees |
| Emcees get disemboweled, bug out filling mouths with millipedes |
| Gorilla steez with chimpanzees going ape shit |
| Quick as my pimp hand bleeds mother nature shaking platelets |
| We take trips on spaceships raping martian cunt |
| Pillage with Spartans, arson the village like I’m sparking blunts |
| Carving out lunch bloody chunks of cerebral gore |
| I tour through your people like Dessert Eagles in Medieval war |
| I more lethal than thinking measles when it’s smallpox |
| I rock the upheaval the reason people keep their doors locked |
| Sawed off the top of your melon, dug through your cerebellum |
| You’re yelling while being chewed, feeding this brain food to felons |
| We’re dwelling in the basement kept adjacent to torture rooms |
| Liquify your corpse yo why do you think I brought the spoons |
| We walk the moon looking like Creatures from the Black Lagoon |
| Feeding on human snacks strapped to our backs in burlap cocoons |
| Contract the lunacy I’m a tribune with impunity |
| Inhumanly hungry consuming countries and communities |
| No immunity for epidemics that we orchestrate |
| The hate that we foster would make authors want to pull off their face |
| With straight torture any pauper who thinks they offer more |
| We bore through causalities with battle sprees that never lost a war |
| (He kept saying I have lots to tell you, I only scratched about one percent of |
| it. |
| He said I want to put it all on record. |
| «Yeah it’s too bad we don’t have |
| that.» |
| It’s too bad we never got to it. |
| «Yeah.») |