Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before ligaments and
The six digits religion
Might sacrifice pigeon's
Was created by midgets
My cronies
Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock's
Doing religious ceremonies
I see with the
Curse you paralysis
blood from the chalice with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the that got spilt
thou shall not kill, do what thou wilt!
Skeeming on Rosemary's baby in witches
My cult'll you shocked like Polanksky in 69
you to hallucogenic narcotics
Bathing you females rocking psychodelic bell bottoms
Fu-Manchu in
Banging spoons Yuri Yella
Then I'll the ends
And you in the neck
67 wounds in the lubyankas
Allows you to sip from the goblets of Pompous conquerers

Javel and
Author of
with big breasts
Soldiers of morbid
Non-indulgent
Bring me the goat, manipulating on dope
Kidnap the
Hang the rope
And in the throat
I'll spill your in the name of Satan
And capture soul
Author of sacrifice, survive the bashing your skull
The master within the
Authors of
in my chapel of goons
My collection of scalpels and
And for ritualistic and sadistic purposes
death
Serpin the ancient
But Zeus his sister
in the monastary
She the crucifix to pop a cherry
Perverted priest, flirt the deceased
The black mass is
Shadowy figures joyfully dance with the
for human flesh, is sex to cannibal's feast
Head of the jackal, six figure is complete

20 in the womb melt
Get those with the black
Kidnapping your
safe depositories in plastic
Candle ariolas
Cold as a
Torn a casket
Human gets scorned into ashes
Pray to Satan Jimmy Page
Take a of blood
the following
Bloods led by Sadie Glutz gloves
The yalo drive, from up in the
Californication of
Triple six engraved in fucking gills
We're real
Made eat the whole
Worship a ghost
Puncture your with chunks of Colgate
the craig
And cutting his in the first day
The of hate
I'm licensed to keep my okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but dusting
pussies
The
Molest remains
I'm Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson
Original,
Goons, we through the system

the master witchdoctor
Evil emperor of my
anoint the dead
And heads
And brainwash a
I envision
satanic mechanisms
Each exorcism, the deep flesh incisions
My of worship
Features bitches in
I should my pretty
Before they are visciously
We note the impregnated, corrupt the slut
Stab the gut and quickly the miscarriage from cups
Hide the leader of
Along with evil
Puking down your throat, your soul needed cleansing
painted pentagrams
Engulfed by
chunks of frames
We on monkey brains
Calmly cutting your spine
Now chugging blood of wine
Choke and suffocate what's
The fucking is divine
While needles get stuck up in your arm
Sacrificial animals get from the far