Holocaust
Holocaust - Crash songtekst
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Crash ringtone on your mobile phone [Intro: Holocaust] The Holocaust... Crash! [Chorus: Holocaust] Frequency modulation, Mephistopholis Mi dispiace, over welm realm as thick as thieves Half hazard ball and chain, the warrior king God Whoever claim, this dismal drown you, bleed Then squeeze, sound catastrophes A kind, the loose gown worn by the Japanese Crash, some prickly apple trees Thanks alot and drops from you, who, went to nowhere and forgot I get the props, blacken flowers and glocks, crash Frequency modulation, Mephistopholis Thirty eights on shells, over welm realm as thick as thieves Half hazard ball and chain, the warrior king God Whoever claim, this dismal drown you, bleed Then squeeze, sound catastrophes A kind, the loose gown worn by the Japanese Crash, some prickly apple trees Thanks alot and drops from you, who, went to nowhere and forgot I get the props, blacken flowers and glocks, crash [Holocaust:] Undead creatures are immune to sleep spells, he hath given to the poor We clash driven to the core, surely he shall not be moved forever Clever, a samurai lost his eye, in a time The giant object flashed across the sky It exploded near the river, with a thunderous roar The blast detroyed whole villages, a wonderous galore And blackened the circle of ground, forty miles wide, many years later Some kept it alibi, unkind, the styles, comes and challenge mine It is still a mystery, mysteries of this type occur from time to time Who would believe it, you see a car scoping approaching from the rear But when you check your mirror again before changing lanes You no longer see it, from the sanitarium, a form of malaria Killed half of all the people who lived on Earth Sick bed written curse, brick dead risen church Ghost and spirits roam the world on the night of October 31st Some door gunner hearse, ophidiophobia is the fear of snakes My style is atmosphered and thanks, the devil may can The warrior's prayer, that back to the future galorian flare From the duel edge deadpool, severed, never bled Panamonium there, simply the radio was invented and crashed [Chorus] [Holocaust:] By the crackly hillside, through the mosses bare I have planted thorn trees for pleasure, here and there Is any man so daring as to dig them up in spite He shall find the sharpest thorns, in his bed at night By the crackly hillside, through the loss of fear I have planted thorn trees for pleasure, here and there Is any man so daring as to dig them up in spite He shall find the sharpest thorns, in his bed at night [Chorus] [Holocaust:] Aiyo chief, you bellyache before you go to sleep A door gunner, honing heats, a night dynamite, explode unique You can't sledge or hurt me, my gun filthy blaze You can't beg for mercy, for none will be saved Vampire bats live in South and Central America Gunmen armed and daring ya, I skitch, hit you hard with left Before you start a step, if Marcus slept They route, part ecliped, can't go two nights Without food, or they'll starve to death You leave me marked, I intercept, I stab you in the eye You die, no alibies, so I rise, to canyon's high Yo, Holocaust laugh, a hippopotamus can bite an adult male crocodile In half, in France during the dance to the 16th Century At night, the nightmare of the killer wolf of France Where zombie ladies dance, where the antelopes prance There's a man with a long sword and lance I left the chateau, with a mystery woman Across the hall, a painted house, I are not scared easily Behind the blind lady's blouse, house movies in the afternoon Or a old Mickey Mouse cartoon, I'm an intelligent skeleton Or a humangous, charging mad bull elephant I'm fast advanced, you rap platoon of balloon goons, crash, crash A drifter down in Tokyo, roll over in dirty Pinocchio Why my rhyme is opium, keep joking, yo Think you who to battle me, is hard as established, and the wicked shall see I'm unstoppable, it was an obstacle That's when you find out, that it's impossible The river zombies worship a colossal fossil Yo, we get hostile, a solemn festival like the Pentecostal A slugger like the Green Lantern, a thug Dracula would have to drink his own weight in blood Crash, to pass through the mud, it is a swamp scene It is a thing, a green ring, a ring set with a pointed circle gem bling "The desire of the wicked shall perish", said the king