Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seance Gone Wrong, artist - Heavy Metal Kings. Album song Black God White Devil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil, Uncle Howie
Song language: English
Seance Gone Wrong |
Acid with Bear Stanley, I’m trying to see where the demons are |
Jesus Christ heeded advice and followed the bleeding star |
I told shorty to take me where the cathedrals are |
All of y’all are phony and you’re fruity like a freezer bar |
You can’t be the fucking man if you don’t work for it |
Nevermind meeting the Deacon, pleading in Church for it |
I’ll beat this fucking dummy with a surfboard |
I wouldn’t say I like to kill, it’s more I thirst for it |
The synagogue of Satan, they was cursed for it |
Shamash the God of Babylon my first thought |
Banish this motherfucker from Earth for it |
He made a mockery of God and he was cursed for it (cursed for it) |
This is how a animal supposed to rap |
Tristar Cobra shotty turn 'em like a Cul de Sac |
I’m made of liquid metal like the Terminator |
Bodies in a back, I kill a rat like the exterminator |
Satan’s first born through the seance gone wrong |
Spray the squad car and shoot the cop through the door |
Iron armored pistols, spiders the size of armadillos |
Molly pills in Ziploc bags the size of pillows |
Speak from the gut |
Fall for nothing, believe in less |
Rather embrace suffering then achieve in death |
Praise Jesus |
Hate the real Carrie Underwood |
Bricks blue and White like Aryan brotherhood |
«Hail Satan» scribbled with a crayon on the wall |
Pay with your soul in a seance gone wrong |
Angel Statues with bleeding eyes |
Sentence my enemies to die |
For centuries of treacheries and lies |
His eyes resemble a throat slit by knives |
Sleep’s the cousin of death but he functions like he’s alive |
Shooters who would spray |
Were Students of LaVey |
Consuming the depraved |
Until all humans are enslaved |
Fatal Princes speak to demons through scriptures |
Creep with pistols, squeeze a fistful, we official |
Leave you leaking «fo' shizzle» |
Satan’s first born through the seance gone wrong |
Spray the squad car and shoot the cop through the door |
My spot builds green like trust funds |
Blazing Godfather triple henny and dust blunts |
Captain & Tennille' coke shades, I’m in a mask with gloves |
Life’s a bitch, I still fuck her till she shits blood |
No more older sluts and inverted stunts |
Arrogance of murder, I’ll be upstate for thirty months |
All I need is a dirty judge and a virgin muff |
We run detergents on blocks so we can turn it up |
Back up in your corpse paint |
Grim to match the ceiling |
Degenerate nihilist super-violence and racketeering |
My goons stay pushing the air dense |
Every floor in the project like Lufthansa and Air France |
Whip top was Goose Gossage get that work from rastas |
Mean Streets like Johnny Boy exploding mailboxes |
Power like Rod Carew, ketamine in my new suit |
Robbing cops like feeding elephants at the fucking zoo |
Satan’s first born through the seance gone wrong |
Spray the squad car and shoot the cop through the door |
You’re wild, man, WILD! |