Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Triple O.G. Slamdown, artist - Vulvodynia. Date of issue: 29.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Triple O.G. Slamdown |
| Gathering of the Guttural monoliths, |
| Bludgeoned to death by ghastly vibrations! |
| Guttural Slams and murderous plans, |
| Putrid lifestyle! |
| I am what I am. |
| Gore imagery stimulating visually |
| True Malignancy this is a part of me! |
| Vortex swirling whirling my true, colours unfurling, behaviours, |
| quite concerning I’m burning those that deserve it. |
| Can’t be reasoned with or bargained with I’ll take much more than you can give, |
| forgive forget don’t give a fuck, you’re out of time and out of luck. |
| I feel it beneath so I’ll scratch til I bleed, |
| Obsessed with the goal and I’m consumed by my greed, |
| With one hand I’ll take everything that I want, |
| And with the other I’m keeping everything that I need. |
| Prepare to be destroyed if you step in this ring, |
| Get on your fucking knees you’re in the presence of the Slam Kings. |
| 'Down all your beers, Grind your weed into dust. |
| Show me them hammers! |
| In Slam we trust! |
| (From here on for the Chorus could you |
| please do your Highs over my lows Luke) |
| We’ve graced your ear, now you’re bound into this revolution! |
| Bloodshot eyes and open minds! |
| Welcome to the Slam Crew! |
| Humanity has nowhere left to hide! |
| We’ll stand the test of time! |
| Welcome to the Slam Crew |
| Welcome to the slam crew motherfucker, we don’t give a fuck! |
| Slamming death metal. |
| Raise them horns up, smoke a bowl up, bang your heads. |
| Bring the bree bree |
| We’ll see a sickening slam revolution! |
| Triple OG slam down, bringing guttural inceptions |
| Squealing like a piggy, smoking silly. |
| Transcending space and time. |
| Interdimensional, slam O G shit! |
| Oh… Straight laughs, I’m giggling my ass off… High as fuck. |
| OUR EYES GLOW RED! |
| As we raise our middle fingers to the law and beyond. |
| Will someone pass the fucking bong. |
| No need to raise the dead when we already walk among them. |
| Corpses at our command |
| Crowdkilling demonic incantations! |
| Chug some beer, get your slam face on and just… |
| Join this slamming revolution, a gory yet fun conclusion. |
| An insatiable lust for heaviness! |
| Murdering the masses for the sake of our legacy, |
| Slam is law, behold our immortality. |
| Oh shit, will someone call the fucking slambulance! |
| This is Triple OG Slamdown motherfuckers! |
| Psychosadistic Design 2016! |
| Watch my eyes fill with Murderous intent! |
| I’m hell bent! |
| Crowdkill, Circle Pits, Sweat and Bruises. |
| This is the Slam revolution! |
| Carving enemy flesh down to the bone, |
| If you choose slam you’ll never be alone! |
| Jason & Duncan: |
| We’ve graced your ear, now you’re bound into this revolution! |
| Bloodshot eyes and open minds! |
| Welcome to the Slam Crew! |
| Humanity has nowhere left to hide! |
| We’ll stand the test of time! |
| Welcome to the slam crew |