Текст песни VELIAL SQUAD - TRIPLESIXGODS II

Who would you think here
I have a chain of skulls
In the veins of the plague mixture
Coffin death traders

Crawling out
Dinner wheels
Passion for arson
Smells like burnt
Young Varg
Under the hood

Triple six gods
Fuck da cops
I charge tommy
Flames from the eyes
Like the & quot; Bloodz & quot;
Gray bastard in a coma

We know this flock does not recognize us
This place call hell having been once
Three Sixs Gads names will be erased
Find your god alive or dead

Demons by the icons
Jericho is smoking
Joe is burning in his left hand
Sauvignon in the other hand

I'm pouring wine
In glasses of five madonnas
On the sky faces of the gods
On earth karmagedon

Flex on the last evening
Hody head but do not break the skull
Gods with you but before the first loss
After all, hell begins at your door
What I see seems wild to me
Out the window and throw out of my head
Indigo children melt faces
We are buried deep in gig

Fingers in the rings roll in a traffic jam on them kif
Our logo will move the sun, frying splif
Skinny Lord in burning clothes, dead pyromaniac
The smell of smoke in our report, Lemon Haze Mist

Doused himself with benz
Give me a lighter
The nose smells like a cupcake
My light burned your spear

My flow art, draw in the picture
You shine too dimly lying on the guillotine