Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before and fridges
The triple six digits
Might pigeon's fidget
Was created by midgets
My kamikaze
Listening to Ozzy over Rick chords
Doing quasi ceremonies
I see with the
Curse you paralysis
Drinking from the chalice with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the blood that got
Fuck thou shall not kill, do what wilt!
on Rosemary's baby in witches shrine
My cult'll leave you shocked Polanksky in 69
duce you to narcotics
Bathing you with rocking psychodelic bell bottoms
in effect
Banging spoons like Yuri
I'll sharpen the ends
And juks you in the
67 stab wounds in the
you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers

Javel and
Author of
with big breasts
Soldiers of thoughts
incest
Bring me the goat, woman on dope
the pope
Hang from the
And strapped in the
I'll spill your blood in the name of
And capture your
Author of sacrifice, survive the bashing your skull
The master the code
Authors of
in my chapel of goons
My of scalpels and tools
And used for ritualistic and purposes
death
Serpin the verses
But Zeus his sister
in the monastary
She used the to pop a cherry
Perverted priest, flirt the deceased
The black mass is
Shadowy joyfully dance with the beast
Hunger for human flesh, is sex to cannibal's
Head of the jackal, six figure hand is

20 hits in the melt
Get those the black acid
Kidnapping your
safe depositories in plastic
Candle ariolas
as a bastard
Torn from a
Human flesh scorned into ashes
Pray to like Jimmy Page
Take a of blood
Covered the
led by Miss Sadie Glutz gloves
The yalo drive, up in the hills
of pills
Triple six engraved in your fucking
We're real
Made eat the cake
Worship a ghost
Puncture your throat chunks of Colgate
the craig
And cutting his thoughts in the day
The of hate
I'm licensed to keep my nurses
Unwrapping the
Kevorkian, but the?
pussies
The
Molest remains
I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of
Original,
Goons, we move through the

Enter the master
emperor of my chance
Will the dead
And heads
And brainwash a
I envision
With satanic
Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh
My of worship
Features bitches in
I purify my pretty
Before are visciously murked
We note the impregnated, corrupt the slut
Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage cups
Hide the of Senchin
with evil henchman
Puking down your throat, because your needed cleansing
Blood painted
Engulfed by
Charcoal chunks of
We feast on brains
cutting down your spine
Now we're chugging blood of
Choke and what's wine
The fucking is divine
tranquilizing needles get stuck up in your arm
Sacrificial animals get abducted the far