Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before ligaments and
The triple six digits
Might pigeon's fidget
Was created by midgets
My kamikaze
to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chords
Doing quasi ceremonies
I see with the
Curse you paralysis
Drinking from the chalice with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the blood got spilt
Fuck thou not kill, do what thou wilt!
Skeeming on Rosemary's in witches shrine
My cult'll leave you like Polanksky in 69
duce you to hallucogenic
Bathing you with females rocking psychodelic bottoms
in effect
Banging spoons Yuri Yella
Then sharpen the ends
And juks you in the
67 stab wounds in the
you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers

Javel and
Author of
Virgins big breasts
of morbid thoughts
Non-indulgent
Bring me the goat, manipulating on dope
the pope
Hang the rope
And strapped in the
I'll spill blood in the name of Satan
And capture your
Author of sacrifice, survive the bashing your skull
The master the code
of math
Step in my chapel of
My of scalpels and tools
And for ritualistic and sadistic purposes
Cermonial
Serpin the ancient
But Zeus possesses his
Masterbating in the
She the crucifix to pop a cherry
Perverted priest, with the deceased
The black is achieved
figures joyfully dance with the beast
Hunger for human flesh, is sex to cannibal's
of the jackal, six figure hand is complete

20 in the womb melt
Get those the black acid
your wife
Tape safe in plastic
smashing ariolas
Cold as a
Torn a casket
Human flesh gets scorned into
Pray to like Jimmy Page
a stage of blood
Covered the
Bloods led by Sadie Glutz gloves
The yalo drive, up in the hills
of pills
Triple six engraved in your fucking
We're wifey
Made eat the whole
Worship a ghost
Puncture your throat with chunks of
the craig
And cutting his in the first day
The of hate
I'm licensed to my nurses okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but dusting
pussies
The
Molest remains
I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, a stain of crimson
Original,
Goons, we move through the

the master witchdoctor
Evil of my chance
Will the dead
And heads
And a chant
I baptism
satanic mechanisms
Each exorcism, reads the deep incisions
My system of
bitches in skirts
I purify my pretty
Before are visciously murked
We note the impregnated, the average slut
Stab the gut and sent the miscarriage from cups
Hide the of Senchin
with evil henchman
Puking down your throat, because your soul needed
Blood pentagrams
Engulfed by
chunks of frames
We on monkey brains
cutting down your spine
Now chugging blood of wine
Choke and suffocate wine
The fucking is divine
While tranquilizing needles get stuck up in arm
Sacrificial get abducted from the far