Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before and fridges
The triple six religion
Might pigeon's fidget
Was by ancient midgets
My cronies
Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock's
Doing quasi religious
I see with the
you into paralysis
Drinking blood from the with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the blood got spilt
Fuck thou shall not kill, do what wilt!
Skeeming on Rosemary's baby in shrine
My cult'll leave you shocked like in 69
duce you to hallucogenic
Bathing you females rocking psychodelic bell bottoms
in effect
Banging like Yuri Yella
Then I'll sharpen the
And you in the neck
67 stab in the lubyankas
Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of conquerers

and dagger
Author of
Virgins with big
Soldiers of morbid
Non-indulgent
Bring me the goat, woman on dope
the pope
Hang from the
And in the throat
I'll spill your blood in the of Satan
And your soul
Author of sacrifice, you'll the bashing your skull
The within the code
Authors of
in my chapel of goons
My of scalpels and tools
And for ritualistic and sadistic purposes
Cermonial
the ancient verses
But possesses his sister
in the monastary
She used the to pop a cherry
Perverted priest, flirt the deceased
The black mass is
Shadowy figures joyfully with the beast
Hunger for human flesh, is sex to feast
Head of the jackal, six figure hand is

20 hits in the melt
Get those the black acid
Kidnapping your
Tape safe in plastic
Candle ariolas
Cold as a
Torn from a
Human gets scorned into ashes
Pray to Satan like Jimmy
a stage of blood
Covered the
Bloods led by Miss Glutz gloves
The yalo drive, up in the hills
Californication of
Triple six in your fucking gills
We're real
Made eat the whole
Worship a state
Puncture your throat with of Colgate
the craig
And his thoughts in the first day
The surgeon of
I'm licensed to keep my okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but the?
pussies
The
Molest your
I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, a stain of crimson
Original,
Goons, we move the system

Enter the witchdoctor
Evil emperor of my
anoint the dead
And poison
And brainwash a
I envision
With satanic
exorcism, reads the deep flesh incisions
My system of
Features bitches in
I purify my pretty
Before they are murked
We note the impregnated, corrupt the average
Stab the gut and sent the miscarriage from cups
the leader of Senchin
Along evil henchman
Puking down your throat, because soul needed cleansing
Blood painted
Engulfed by
Charcoal chunks of
We feast on monkey
Calmly cutting down spine
Now we're blood of wine
Choke and what's wine
The fucking is divine
While needles get stuck up in your arm
Sacrificial get abducted from the far