Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell Hole, artist - Sunz Of Man. Album song Elements, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2016
Record label: Echo International
Song language: English
Hell Hole |
Welcome to the Hell Hole |
The only escape is to die |
And the truth you believe, tell lies |
To ya eyes |
Competition I disinagrate, if you another wack I hate one |
I tie you down to a hot spike table |
You ain’t able to stand still own your flat line |
You trap bomb inventor |
Your mind is in the center of the Hell Hole |
And I smell ya nose in my business |
By the way tell Santa Claus, I mean Satan Claus who |
Wanna burn a devil up for Christmas |
I need attention, parental discreation is advised |
So lies in face, for eternity, life that is |
All beats without water |
I order all demons in the streets of insanity |
To become what ya plan be, stand over criminology |
In ya society, why die for dead presidents you everyday slave |
Got reality for evidence |
Water trap bodies like a magnet to rays in the ground |
What goes up that don’t come down |
My flow is deep under water style, that will drown individuals |
Ritual of rhymes with Jews, that send the smartest |
Nerd back to school on bad news |
Verbally I abuse ya mental and we use ya brain as a mental |
Until my lyrics, I sent you, spilt, spread |
Throughout ya empty head spinnin |
Why should I beg, hope and pray, when I’m already |
Promised a death day |
I come eliminate with no gimmicks, and all mean I give you |
No ideas to mimic, so many wannabes on tracks |
Like they playas, chasin acts they couldn’t kill |
Shit is real, can ya emotions really feel it |
Livin in hell |
Livin in hell |
Livin it, everyday |
You even get bucked by steel |
This seeds is ill |
And our peoples is passin away |
Resurrected from the grounds of the devilish demons |
Let me just assure you, that you not even dreamin |
Cuz there should be reality, ya negative metallic |
Doin art, body parts, take a stroll into my gallery |
Cuttin bodies open and I hang em by they veins |
Play em like fuck so they can entertain me |
As I relax with some whiney shit |
Cuz there’s somethin really wrong with mine and shit |
Niggas be mad scared of the shit I be kickin |
With the burner motherfuck on the brilliest invention |
I’m real, harder than steel, tougher than lether |
And all that rough shit put together |
Not the kinda nigga that easy to kill |
Cuz death, ask the death it’s kinda hard to be filled |
I’m illa than a nigga laid to rest |
And look you still standin, and at the present point I’m clandin |
All the wall the angels of the world to get ya |
Better raise ya like quitar let the force be with ya |
How should I do ya? |
Should I stick a knife thru ya back |
Ya wack, admit it against ya jack for ya contract |
Horror Days is every day, playin with ya dead |
I scrape the skin off the head, and ya skull I get it cracked like that |
As I wrap ya brain cells up like a mummy |
Ya gotta make money, all the honies fuck later |
Eliminate niggas like the Terminator |
Attack of the perpetrators, beware of originators |
Danger, begin the air that you breathin |
Schemin all eat, is like a real fat ass nigga leanin on me |
So back up off me, closed up in a coffin, and let ya coffin up |
Out ya mouth, quit chokin off a razor blade, first of aid |
Havin naked sex, go to hell with ya tech |
Ya followin in it on the next nigga dick check |
Come ready, get ready, for the X to get wet |
Greeters from hell, as I swell ya brain cells |
Quarter off within the 12th gong of ya church bell |
Teachers prepare from the hole |
Ease splill it to the Devil’s control |
Knockin at ya, ya soul |
There’s no way to escape |
Ya must come face to face with the gates of hate |
Dominate ya mind state, for words ya can’t relate to the words |
I been cursed at birth till I had on Earth |
People dyin the route, people tryin to drown be on death |
Never keep bouncin on my chest |
Can’t catch my breath, so I gasp for air |
In Hell poison and pollution is in the atmosphere |
Word is bond, this shit is like the gong that it jet |
The evil thought that be born in ya head |
Yes |
You shall dwell here for eternity |
In the Hell Hole, In the Hell Hole |
Motherfucka, you ain’t comin out |