Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Magnum Opus

Can't withhold my
Won't control my rage, my blood will be sated
I'm locked and loaded and to engage
Killing everything ever hated

A motherfucking Van Gogh a gun
About to paint his
Blow the world oblivion
Paint the blood of the diseased

Fire away, put your body on
myself a tower of decay
A symphony in human debris
Art and murder synonymy

No appeal, no, I got a raw
I give a fuck
One is clear, I've got a deaf ear
You better shut your and duck

When I get a of laying everyone to waste
My hunger won't
I won't ever stop the last body drops
Let the be my guide

The virtue of
In my paradise
A portrait of gore, my .44
My .44 opus

Bodies are the canvas, is the vision
For my greatest of art
I'm my own inquisition
Tearing everything

I'm a monument to horror
A temple so
Remembrance to those I've
Death is the design

People will stare in and awe
they see what I've created
Still life, no life and raw
The world be captivated

have they seen something so ambitious
Like done before
A work so terrible and
A masterpiece of