Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Baloff

(Verse)
Disaster appetite
The last massacre, fantastica,
My castles like Vlad
Back to blood, the snow, plastic gloves
Laugh and love, my heart is black
a panther cub over cancer lung
Call me acid tongue, hit hard like Sabbath drums
Like an assassin does, big and massive guns
Cooked in the mind, the first to and the last to run
Look in my eyes, you that Manson had a bastard son
Cast decide, after dancing out a cunt
lines, got me frantic and crash aside a trance on drugs
I shovel snow up to my dormant till my hands are
Bundles of dope, I know my would be after touch
A smog is born of enormous horse and trashy
Nasty acid junks happily jack me Im blast to come
And stay swerving murdering perversion
Urgin when we inserted the subject in the
Cadaveric, maverick, savages, the average
Of Angelas family, the famish sandwiches
After a funeral, turn terrible to
Sever dudes for food, several medical tools are
times, some will live, some will die
Shoot out in the tomb mummified
out till its summertime
Pop a crime, might drive by genocide
Centibite, rebels strike hard like a pipe
Bark like a kennel fight, like a venom bite
Dark an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night
Levitate them right, everything God except the
Hella bricks like Kepry King rocking spikes
Like Paul Baloff in studio 54
Alternate be told, VHS all time,
pray, death can shoot the lama from the elbow
Like Heckfield produced the piranha demo.

(Outro)