Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before and fridges
The triple six religion
Might pigeon's fidget
Was created by ancient
My cronies
to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chords
Doing quasi religious
I see the Alseek
you into paralysis
Drinking blood from the chalice Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the blood got spilt
Fuck thou not kill, do what thou wilt!
Skeeming on baby in witches shrine
My cult'll leave you shocked like in 69
duce you to hallucogenic
Bathing you with rocking psychodelic bell bottoms
Fu-Manchu in
spoons like Yuri Yella
Then I'll the ends
And you in the neck
67 wounds in the lubyankas
Allows you to sip droplets from the of Pompous conquerers

Javel and
of death
Virgins with big
of morbid thoughts
Non-indulgent
Bring me the goat, manipulating on dope
the pope
Hang the rope
And strapped in the
I'll spill your blood in the of Satan
And capture soul
Author of sacrifice, you'll survive the your skull
The master within the
Authors of
Step in my of goons
My collection of and tools
And used for ritualistic and purposes
death
Serpin the ancient
But Zeus possesses his
Masterbating in the
She used the to pop a cherry
Perverted priest, flirt with the
The black is achieved
Shadowy figures dance with the beast
for human flesh, is sex to cannibal's feast
Head of the jackal, six figure is complete

20 hits in the melt
Get those the black acid
your wife
Tape safe in plastic
Candle smashing
as a bastard
Torn from a
Human gets scorned into ashes
to Satan like Jimmy Page
Take a of blood
Covered the
Bloods led by Miss Sadie gloves
The drive, from up in the hills
of pills
Triple six in your fucking gills
real wifey
Made eat the cake
Worship a ghost
your throat with chunks of Colgate
Launching the
And cutting his thoughts in the day
The of hate
I'm licensed to my nurses okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but dusting
Hellaways
The
Molest remains
I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of
Original,
Goons, we move through the

the master witchdoctor
Evil of my chance
Will the dead
And poison
And brainwash a
I envision
With satanic
Each exorcism, reads the flesh incisions
My system of
Features bitches in
I should my pretty
Before they are murked
We the impregnated, corrupt the average slut
Stab the gut and sent the miscarriage from cups
Hide the of Senchin
Along evil henchman
down your throat, because your soul needed cleansing
Blood pentagrams
by flames
Charcoal of frames
We feast on monkey
Calmly cutting your spine
Now we're blood of wine
Choke and suffocate what's
The suffering is divine
tranquilizing needles get stuck up in your arm
Sacrificial get abducted from the far