Raise Hell lyrics
Raise Hell lyrics
"Bullet In The Head lyrics"
Street Level Entrance lyrics
Ahehah, guess who motherfuckers? [I don't give a fuck, my attitude is Gotti] Yeah [And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobody] Hell nah [All I give a fuck about is music and sex] [A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks] Yeahhhhh! Hahahah
Ahehah, guess who motherfuckers? [I don't give a fuck, my attitude is Gotti] Yeah [And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobody] Hell nah [All I give a fuck about is music and sex] [A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks] Yeahhhhh! Hahahah
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised?
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya reali
So Begins The Task lyrics
And so begins the task I have dreaded the coming of For so long I wait for the sun To remind my body It needs restin' And I must learn to without you now I must learn to give only part some how Camping on the edge Of your city I wait Hoping someday You
seAnd so begins the task I have dreaded the coming of For so long I wait for the sun To remind my body It needs restin' And I must learn to without you now I must learn to give only part some how Camping on the edge Of your city I wait Hoping someday You
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!
(Guitar solo)
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Check-a, check-a, check it ou
Bestial Warlust lyrics
Murdering pigsFucking your worldSatanic war for lustSlaughter hell noiseFucking DestroysSatanic warfaceDemonic nightFucking hell fightSatans victory cryFor murder and lustSlaughtering pigsWith hellfire noiseSatanic Deathmetal
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house d
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Uggh! Yeah! Yea!
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout)
A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed)
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah! (Sustained to end of drum roll)
Murdering pigsFucking your worldSatanic war for lustSlaughter hell noiseFucking DestroysSatanic warfaceDemonic nightFucking hell fightSatans victory cryFor murder and lustSlaughtering pigsWith hellfire noiseSatanic Deathmetal
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house d
Tearjerker lyrics
Well I wish there was someone Well I wish there was someone To love me When I used to be someone And I knew there was someone That loved me As I sit here frozen alone Even ghosts get tired and go home As they crawl back under the ston
rive-byWell I wish there was someone Well I wish there was someone To love me When I used to be someone And I knew there was someone That loved me As I sit here frozen alone Even ghosts get tired and go home As they crawl back under the ston
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Uggh! Yeah! Yea!
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout)
A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed)
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah! (Sustained to end of drum roll)