Lyrics of Hearse 1966 - VELIAL SQUAD

Hearse 1966 (original)

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skull
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skull
Под колесом обледенелый Стикс, по подземельям вниз
Круиз по преисподней, в жилах криоген
Зови меня Мистер Фриз, им rest in piece
VS, ведь они Northern Kings, я убиваю сплиф
Будь благодарен нам, что ты пока, вроде бы, жив
Мои убийцы палят в оба, от колыбели и до гроба
Ты дрожишь?
Будь как дома
Твоя жизнь будто кома
Она мне не нужна, но я взял её в лизинг
Зло вышло из грязи, смрада и слизи
И мне Люцифером отмерен лишь мизер
Вернуться на небо отказано в визе
За рулем Харон и он давит в пол
Пульсар из магнитолы, сзади гроб
Мой загробный флоу, бро плавит доуп
Дрифтим в слоу-мо, лишь горы трупов за стеклом
Их дикий гроул, лоурайдер в хром
И для волков они лучший корм
Устал от вечных видений
Жми на газ, преследуют тени
Цепи на шинах, я в оцепенении
Купил эти души, не срезал с них ценник
Мне нужно срочно выйти, бро
Забрать те растения, они для меня как панацея
И мы у цели в срок, из салона сверкаю запястьем
Тянет в сон, нахожусь в его власти
Красный шлейф протянулся по трассе
Их свежее мясо кромсаю на слайсы
Я разлагаюсь прямо на ходу, при мне новый Узи
Похороню сегодня худ, убегай от нас, лузер
Моя белая маска готова к драйв баю
Это — кровь, а не краска, они пострадают
Постоянно взрываю, туманность в салоне
Смоук-бокс отдыхает, сквад снова на троне
Бак почти пуст, срочно требует их души
Пара снитчей на блоке, я их обнаружил
Страх видно снаружи, ты опять безоружен
Свинец из окна прольет красные лужи
Катки из костей не рожденных детей
Не спеша проезжали мимо сотен смертей
Люди — корм для червей, ими полон багажник
Продаем в рабство сук, наполняя бумажник
Рядом редактор, стеклянная колба
Плавит кристаллы, укус белой кобры
Сломаны ребра, под курткой мачете
Грешная плоть метом согрета
Сквад видел секреты и скелеты из шкафа
Всех порочных блядей давно пора сажать на кол
В катафалке есть место, открыт цинковой гроб
Мотай назад киноленту от могилы до утроб
Ты доморощенный сноб, из уст потоком грязь
Между всех твоих слов я увы не вижу связь
Кусок мяса и тканей, ты в социальном капкане
Иллюминати нас смотрят как кино на экране
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skull
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skull
Riding with that pistol grip
Riding with that pistol grip
Riding with that pistol grip
Pistol grip
Pistol grip

(translation)

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull
Ice-covered Styx under the wheel, down the dungeons
Cruise through the underworld, in the veins of the cryogen
Call me Mister Freeze im rest in piece
VS, because they are Northern Kings, I kill the split
Be grateful to us that you are still alive
My killers shoot both, from the cradle to the coffin
Are you trembling?
Fell yourself like at your own home
Your life is like a coma
I don't need her, but I leased her
Evil came out of dirt, stench and slime
And only a minuscule is measured to me by Lucifer
Return to Heaven visa denied
Charon is driving and he is pressing on the floor
Pulsar from the radio, behind the coffin
My afterlife flow, bro melts the dope
Drifting in slow-mo, only mountains of corpses behind glass
Their wild growl, lowrider in chrome
And for wolves they are the best food
Tired of eternal visions
Step on the gas, shadows are chasing
Chains on tires, I'm in a daze
Bought these souls, didn't cut the price tag off them
I need to get out bro
Take those plants, they are like a panacea for me
And we are at the goal on time, from the salon I sparkle with my wrist
Pulling into a dream, I'm in his power
The red train stretched along the highway
I cut their fresh meat into slices
I decompose right on the go, I have a new Uzi
I'll bury the thin today, run away from us, loser
My white mask is ready for drive-by
It's blood, not paint, they will suffer
Constantly blowing up, nebula in the cabin
The smoke box is resting, the squad is back on the throne
The tank is almost empty, urgently demands their souls
A couple Snitches on the block, I found 'em
Fear is visible from the outside, you are unarmed again
Lead from the window will spill red puddles
Skating rinks from the bones of unborn children
Slowly drove past hundreds of deaths
People are food for worms, the trunk is full of them
We sell bitches into slavery, filling the wallet
Next to the editor, a glass flask
Melts crystals, white cobra bite
Broken ribs, machete under jacket
The sinful flesh is warmed by the method
Squad saw secrets and skeletons from the closet
It's high time to impale all vicious whores
There is a place in the hearse, a zinc coffin is open
Rewind the film from the grave to the womb
You are a homegrown snob, from the mouth a stream of dirt
Between all your words, I unfortunately do not see the connection
A piece of meat and tissues, you are in a social trap
The Illuminati are watching us like a movie on a screen
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull
Riding with that pistol grip
Riding with that pistol grip
Riding with that pistol grip
Pistol grip
Pistol grip