Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Baloff

(Verse)
Disaster burst
The last massacre, fantastica,
My castles like Vlad
Back to blood, blast the snow, gloves
Laugh and love, my heart is black
Like a panther cub over lung
Call me acid tongue, hit hard like 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 that Manson had a bastard son
decide, after dancing out a rancid cunt
Thousand lines, got me frantic and crash a trance on drugs
I shovel snow up to my dormant my hands are numb
Bundles of dope, I know my uncle be after touch
A is born of enormous horse and trashy slut
Nasty acid junks happily jack me till Im blast to
And stay swerving into murdering
Urgin we inserted the subject in the virgin
Cadaveric, maverick, savages, ravage the
Of Angelas family, the famish sandwiches
a funeral, turn terrible to beautiful
Sever dudes for food, several tools are suitable
Horrible times, some will live, some die
Shoot out in the found mummified
Shoot out its summertime
Pop a crime, devils drive by genocide
Centibite, strike hard like a metal pipe
like a kennel fight, sharp like a venom bite
Dark like an filled with sharks in the dead of night
Levitate them right, God except the Christ
Hella bricks like Kepry King rocking metal
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)