Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hellbound, artist - The Living End. Album song Hellbound / It's For Your Own Good, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (Australia)
Song language: English
Hellbound |
Yo Slim Shady! |
Yo I’ll f*ckin I’ll |
I’ll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) |
Battle? |
I’m too weeded to speak to |
The only key that I see to defeat you |
Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you |
And force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe |
I’ll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse |
you’ll think I pulled the f*ckin ground out from underneath you |
(B*tch!) I ain’t no f*ckin G, I’m a cannibal |
I ain’t tryin to shoot you |
I’m tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you |
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass |
And have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress |
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ah!) |
F*ck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis |
I’m so bananas I’m showin up to your open casket |
To fill it full of explosive gasses |
And close it back with a lit match in it |
While I sit back and just hope it catches |
Blow you to fragments |
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes |
I see the light at the end |
But every time I take a step, it gets dim |
Tell me is this hell we’re livin in? |
If so, heaven’s got to be better |
But if we’re hellbound, whatever, let’s go down |
Am I the worst? |
Because I, never go to church (never) |
I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse |
I’ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc |
Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot |
One day we all gon' die |
But when I die, I’ma be so high |
That I’ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare |
with the chalk outline still there |
I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot |
I got a cross on my chain but it’s just a rock |
Now if I pray everynight (night) |
Do I still have to hold my trey very tight? |
You feel me God? |
I done did so much shit while on Earth |
I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse |
I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse |
Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk |
See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface |
Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith |
Angels greet me but I don’t reply back |
Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where’s Thai at? |
I see the light at the end |
But every time I take a step, it gets dim |
Tell me is this hell we’re livin in? |
If so, heaven’s got to be better |
But if we’re hellbound, whatever, let’s go down |
Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns |
Final battle, fight! |
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso |
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso |
And of course, yo, y’all know I’m no stranger to danger |
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger |
I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound |
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds |
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger |
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her |
Ten blocks, untie the b*tch and I still bag her |
Give her a smack in the a*s and a six pack of lager |
My sh*t go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel |
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel |
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder |
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder |
I know you want to retaliate but you won’t dare |
Cause you f*ckin with some ni*gaz like this who just don’t care |
I see the light at the end |
But every time I take a step, it gets dim |
Tell me is this hell we’re livin in? |
If so, heaven’s got to be better |
But if we’re hellbound, whatever, let’s go down |
But every time I take a step, it gets dim |
Tell me is this hell we’re livin in? |
Haha |
Time’s up! |
You lose! |