Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before and fridges
The triple six digits
Might sacrifice pigeon's
Was created by midgets
My kamikaze
to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chords
Doing quasi religious
I see with the
Curse you paralysis
Drinking blood from the chalice with Alistair
I feel no guilt, for the blood got spilt
Fuck thou shall not kill, do what wilt!
Skeeming on Rosemary's in witches shrine
My cult'll leave you shocked Polanksky in 69
duce you to narcotics
Bathing you with females rocking psychodelic bottoms
in effect
Banging spoons Yuri Yella
Then I'll sharpen the
And you in the neck
67 wounds in the lubyankas
Allows you to sip from the goblets of Pompous conquerers

Javel and
Author of
Virgins with big
of morbid thoughts
Non-indulgent
Bring me the goat, manipulating on dope
the pope
Hang from the
And strapped in the
I'll your blood in the name of Satan
And your soul
Author of sacrifice, survive the bashing your skull
The master the code
Authors of
Step in my of goons
My collection of scalpels and
And used for ritualistic and sadistic
Cermonial
Serpin the ancient
But Zeus possesses his
in the monastary
She used the to pop a cherry
priest, flirt with the deceased
The black is achieved
Shadowy joyfully dance with the beast
Hunger for flesh, is sex to cannibal's feast
Head of the jackal, six figure hand is

20 in the womb melt
Get those with the black
your wife
Tape safe depositories in
Candle ariolas
Cold as a
Torn from a
Human flesh gets scorned into
Pray to Satan like Jimmy
Take a stage of
Covered the
Bloods led by Miss Sadie gloves
The yalo drive, from up in the
Californication of
Triple six in your fucking gills
We're wifey
Made eat the cake
a ghost state
Puncture your with chunks of Colgate
Launching the
And cutting his in the first day
The of hate
I'm to keep my nurses okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but dusting
pussies
The
Molest your
I'm Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson
Original,
Goons, we move the system

Enter the master
Evil of my chance
anoint the dead
And poison
And brainwash a
I baptism
With mechanisms
Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh
My of worship
Features bitches in
I should my pretty
they are visciously murked
We note the impregnated, the average slut
Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from
the leader of Senchin
Along with henchman
Puking down your throat, because your soul needed
Blood pentagrams
Engulfed by
chunks of frames
We on monkey brains
Calmly cutting your spine
Now we're chugging blood of
Choke and what's wine
The suffering is divine
While tranquilizing needles get up in your arm
Sacrificial get abducted from the far