Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before and fridges
The triple six digits
sacrifice pigeon's fidget
Was created by midgets
My kamikaze
Listening to Ozzy over Rick chords
quasi religious ceremonies
I see the Alseek
Curse you into
Drinking blood the chalice with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the blood got spilt
Fuck shall not kill, do what thou wilt!
Skeeming on Rosemary's baby in shrine
My leave you shocked like Polanksky in 69
duce you to hallucogenic
you with females rocking psychodelic bell bottoms
Fu-Manchu in
Banging spoons like Yella
Then I'll the ends
And you in the neck
67 stab in the lubyankas
Allows you to sip from the goblets of Pompous conquerers

Javel and
Author of
Virgins big breasts
of morbid thoughts
Non-indulgent
Bring me the goat, manipulating on dope
the pope
Hang the rope
And strapped in the
I'll spill your blood in the of Satan
And capture soul
Author of sacrifice, you'll survive the bashing skull
The master the code
Authors of
in my chapel of goons
My of scalpels and tools
And for ritualistic and sadistic purposes
death
Serpin the verses
But Zeus his sister
Masterbating in the
She used the to pop a cherry
priest, flirt with the deceased
The mass is achieved
Shadowy figures joyfully with the beast
Hunger for human flesh, is sex to feast
Head of the jackal, six figure is complete

20 hits in the melt
Get those with the acid
Kidnapping wife
Tape depositories in plastic
smashing ariolas
Cold as a
Torn from a
Human flesh gets into ashes
Pray to Satan Jimmy Page
Take a of blood
the following
Bloods led by Miss Sadie gloves
The yalo drive, up in the hills
Californication of
Triple six engraved in fucking gills
We're real
Made eat the cake
Worship a ghost
your throat with chunks of Colgate
Launching the
And cutting his in the first day
The surgeon of
I'm to keep my nurses okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but the?
pussies
The
Molest remains
I'm like Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson
Original,
Goons, we move through the

the master witchdoctor
Evil emperor of my
Will anoint the
And poison
And brainwash a
I envision
With satanic
Each exorcism, the deep flesh incisions
My system of
bitches in skirts
I should my pretty
Before are visciously murked
We the impregnated, corrupt the average slut
Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from
Hide the of Senchin
with evil henchman
Puking down your throat, because soul needed cleansing
painted pentagrams
Engulfed by
chunks of frames
We feast on brains
Calmly cutting down your
Now we're blood of wine
Choke and what's wine
The suffering is divine
While tranquilizing needles get up in your arm
Sacrificial get abducted from the far