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 heart is pitch
Like a panther cub over cancer
Call me tongue, hit hard like Black Sabbath drums
Like an does, big solids and massive guns
Cooked in the mind, the to blast and the last to run
in my eyes, you think that Manson had a bastard son
Cast decide, after dancing out a rancid
lines, got me frantic and crash aside a trance on drugs
I shovel snow up to my dormant till my hands are
of dope, I know my uncle would be after touch
A is born of enormous horse and trashy slut
Nasty acid happily jack me till Im blast to come
And stay swerving into murdering
Urgin when we inserted the subject in the
Cadaveric, maverick, savages, ravage the
Of Angelas family, the cannibal sandwiches
After a funeral, terrible to beautiful
Sever dudes for food, several tools are suitable
Horrible times, some will live, some die
Shoot out in the tomb found
Shoot out its summertime
Pop a crime, devils might drive by
Centibite, rebels strike hard like a pipe
Bark like a kennel fight, like a venom bite
Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the of night
Levitate right, everything God except the Christ
Hella bricks like King rocking metal spikes
Like Paul Baloff in studio 54
be things told, VHS all time,
Greatest pray, death can shoot the lama the elbow
James Heckfield produced the piranha demo.

(Outro)