Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Baloff

(Verse)
Disaster appetite
The last massacre, fantastica,
My castles Vlad Draculas
Back to blood, blast the snow, plastic
Laugh and love, my heart is black
a panther cub over cancer lung
Call me tongue, hit hard like Black Sabbath drums
an assassin does, big solids 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
Thousand lines, got me frantic and crash aside a on drugs
I shovel snow up to my till my hands are numb
Bundles of dope, I know my uncle would be touch
A smog is born of enormous horse and slut
Nasty acid junks jack me till Im blast to come
And stay swerving into perversion
Urgin when we inserted the subject in the
Cadaveric, maverick, savages, ravage the
Of Angelas family, the famish sandwiches
After a funeral, turn terrible to
Sever dudes for food, several medical tools are
Horrible times, will live, some will die
Shoot out in the tomb found
out till its summertime
Pop a crime, devils might by genocide
Centibite, rebels strike like a metal pipe
Bark like a fight, sharp like a venom bite
Dark like an ocean filled sharks in the dead of night
them right, everything God except the Christ
Hella bricks like Kepry King rocking spikes
Paul Baloff in studio 54 live
Alternate be told, VHS all time,
Greatest pray, death can shoot the lama from the
James Heckfield produced the piranha demo.

(Outro)