Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

PDM Project Deadman King Gordy MEC

(Prozak)
I sit alone and try to why it's obituaries
Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and
Kindy how I stay stationary in this monestary
You it's depressing in the cemetary but it's quite the contrary
Kind of morbid livin in this fucked up world we call hell
But will somebody please just tell me what the is that smell
Oh it's our own souls decaying the result of our wicked
Like a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades
Oh no my hands are bleeding a effect of stigmata
Terrorists crash buildings and they claimin it's for Allah
But I holler at your religion Muslim or Christian
Havin and preminitions of mankinds crucifictions
The body of christ compells you 'cause you do the devil tells you
Drugs and alcohol you like a dirty pimp that sells you
But I'm not here to condemn you or offend
These are the prophecies of Deadman here to tell you

No rest for the angels no rest for the
No rest for the murder victims that are always
No for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest the insane voices that are screamin in my head(2x)

(King Gordy)
I hold there for shock when I rock the orbit
For what it's worth I am not I am dark and morbid
Escape hell the devil's trackin me down
He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be
Slip the cracks in the ground
but I'm back as a baby from Iraq
Who learned first to live Allah what truth is
I'm a soldier pack through walkin through deserts
down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present
Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but again
Many havn't the pleasure of pain
I pity you you're perish in flames
The rap version of Cobain
It's an honor when Manson me watch him snort cocaine
Life of a rockstar of and fame
Until we blow out our brains

No rest for the angels no rest for the
No rest for the murder victims that are always
No for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest from the insane voices are screamin in my head(6x)

NO FOR THE WICKED(2x)