Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Magnum Opus

Can't withhold my
Won't control my rage, my blood lust be sated
I'm locked and and ready to engage
Killing I've ever hated

A Van Gogh with a gun
About to his masterpiece
Blow the world oblivion
Paint with the of the diseased

Fire away, put body on display
Build myself a tower of
A written in human debris
Art and murder synonymy

No appeal, no, I got a raw
I don't a fuck
One thing is clear, I've got a ear
You better shut mouth and duck

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

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

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

I'm building a to horror
A so divine
Remembrance to those I've
Death is the design

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

Never have they something so ambitious
nothing done before
A work so and vicious
A masterpiece of