Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Baloff

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

(Outro)