Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby Jee and the 3 Stalkers, artist - Sterbhaus. Album song New Level of Malevolence, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 28.05.2015
Record label: Black Lodge
Song language: English
Baby Jee and the 3 Stalkers |
| Three ungrateful swine who drinks the wine |
| Someone harvested in summertime |
| Are off to |
| Sip |
| The juice straight from the vine |
| And to cut the fruit from the pie |
| But to conceal nothing’s naïve in kind |
| Repaid in bundle and gutted blind |
| And so the trap is set — the son of Seth |
| Will slither into dull lullabies |
| Karma’s just another bitch |
| Born and bred upon the illwill of some |
| Malignant sign, like a star in the sky! |
| Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers in the night |
| They came they saw they conqured all |
| The shit the flis the mud and straw |
| Goddamn the god who this infant spawned |
| Now it’s high time to enslave them all |
| And since she got away scot free with all the crap |
| With who in fact put the child ‘neath her skin and fat |
| Not for fame nor famine they concocted plans |
| They all did it for a laugh! |
| So sully the name whenever you will |
| They all blamed the ass when the donkey was killed |
| Now the fat of the land — The lard of god |
| Is a bible belt bursting upon |
| A hell belly full of wrath |
| Concocted aftermath |
| Of a super silent God |
| Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers in the night |
| Came, saw, conquered all |
| The waste and flies and mud and straw |
| And damned deed of the silent seeking servants of the spawn |
| It should’ve been the best plan no one ever had |
| But in a land of sand where Arabs run mad |
| This tale was all but a taste of what’s to come |
| With the slaughter as mortar |
| Brick by brick to build the order |
| A ghost from the past |
| A son, a father and a cast |
| The birth of a new age |
| Born from rage |
| Fee, fi, foe, fum |
| And by the pricking of my thumbs |
| Something wicked on donkey back |
| This was comes! |
| Beware the flying starchild for when in Rome |
| The slaughter commenced in the manner known well |
| To a child raised by an old vicious tome |
| In a damp hole of a home |
| So sully the name whenever you will |
| Who can blame the ass who remains alive still |
| And after all it should’ve been known |
| It wasn’t even close to be real |
| Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers learned too well today |
| That nothing’s in the way |
| When a foe keeps twisting words you say |
| Into prayers gone astray |