Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pet Sematary, artist - Sadistik. Album song Delirium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Clockwork Grey
Song language: English
Pet Sematary |
| Dead friends knocking on my window, huh |
| God said my body is a temple, huh |
| 22 pointed at my temple, huh |
| Y’all don’t really know what I’ve been through, huh? |
| Dead friends knocking on my window, huh |
| God said my body is a temple, huh |
| 22 pointed at my temple, huh |
| Y’all don’t really know |
| Underneath the dirt nothing’s sunny from a coffin |
| Tongue spits shells leave you bloody like a shotgun |
| Say you ain’t a faker but you funny when the cops come |
| Say you chasing paper but that money’s made of cotton |
| Sic em like cruise ships, Nikita Khruschev |
| Cold wars getting so Ruthless, I’m nuisance |
| Riveted by visions of you dead |
| Get River Styx if you try to give me your two cents |
| I am not alone I’m a loner, aye |
| All your shit’s so mediocre, aye |
| I don’t wanna pose for your photos too fake |
| Fucking with a true blue great, new king |
| Fills cuts with Vodka, puff the Blanka |
| My cuts Baraka |
| No one loved me til the crows above me |
| Shed blood like Opera |
| Dead friends knocking on my window, huh |
| God said my body is a temple, huh |
| 22 pointed at my temple, huh |
| Y’all don’t really know what I’ve been through, huh? |
| Dead friends knocking on my window, huh |
| God said my body is a temple, huh |
| 22 pointed at my temple, huh |
| Y’all don’t really know |
| Put a bullet in your brain that’ll open up your third eye |
| Smoking on a strain til I’m floating where the birds fly |
| Worm-like, searching through the dirt with a searchlight |
| Showing off my fangs before they poke into the nerves like |
| Live suicide on TV watch the anchor drop |
| Head bang get Lethwei’d in your Angkor Wat |
| Take your shot, let death take me I’m sanctified |
| I prolly shouldn’t drive in this state of mind, huh? |
| Lately I’m feeling off |
| My face is still peeling off |
| My brain is a cinder block |
| Throw flames at your synagogue |
| Miss me with your little quotes you misread |
| Don’t mix me with the simple folks who misspeak |
| A miscreant grows til his foes are mincemeat |
| A rose still arose from six feet |
| Yes I am evil. |
| Not a hundred percent, but I am evil |
| Evil has always existed, the perfect world most people seek shall never come to |
| pass. |
| We are all evil in some form or another. |
| Are we not? |
| Dead friends knocking on my window, huh |
| God said my body is a temple, huh |
| 22 pointed at my temple, huh |
| Y’all don’t really know what I’ve been through, huh? |
| Dead friends knocking on my window, huh |
| God said my body is a temple, huh |
| 22 pointed at my temple, huh |
| Y’all don’t really know |