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