Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Baloff

(Verse)
Disaster burst
The last massacre, fantastica,
My like Vlad Draculas
Back to blood, blast the snow, plastic
Laugh and love, my is pitch black
Like a panther cub cancer lung
Call me acid tongue, hit like Black Sabbath drums
Like an assassin does, big solids and massive
Cooked in the mind, the first to blast and the to run
Look in my eyes, you think Manson had a bastard son
Cast decide, dancing out a rancid cunt
lines, got me frantic and crash aside a trance on drugs
I snow up to my dormant till my hands are numb
Bundles of dope, I know my uncle be after touch
A smog is born of horse and trashy slut
Nasty junks happily jack me till Im blast to come
And swerving into murdering perversion
when we inserted the subject in the virgin
Cadaveric, maverick, savages, the average
Of Angelas family, the famish sandwiches
After a funeral, turn terrible to
Sever dudes for food, medical tools are suitable
Horrible times, some will live, some die
Shoot out in the tomb found
Shoot out till its
Pop a crime, devils drive by genocide
Centibite, rebels hard like a metal pipe
Bark like a kennel fight, sharp a venom bite
Dark like an ocean filled with in the dead of night
Levitate them right, God except the Christ
Hella bricks like Kepry King rocking metal
Like Paul Baloff in 54 live
be things told, VHS all time,
Greatest pray, death can the lama from the elbow
Like Heckfield produced the piranha demo.

(Outro)