Luyện nghe bài hát Heinous

[Shaggy 2
I 1, (ahh) 2, (ahh) across the creaky floor
Spill some fuckin' blood then I'm out the back
Takin' little trinkets, and pieces of skin
It's all for my rituals of cold milk mixed gin
Stir it together gulp it my eyes roll back
I'm chasin' that but it's more like a hatchet attack
I'm peekin' windows pickin' out the next clueless one
My fingers dig into her throat what I done

[Jamie
I sleep on a bed of knives and toss and turn until I bleed
I eat the bread of chosen life a thousand ghosts alive in me
Wickedly I'm everything I do is odious
I'm of the normalcy total terror's my focus
I notice that the knife are spellin out a name
To the average fucker I can be a little extreme
So I take the corset and then light it for the emphasis
Try to call me sick but I'm seein' a horror

So you wanna this ya'll
That's
And you wanna murder
That's
You should take a hit of this
Why? they're dead they're not comin' back

[Blaze Ya Homie:]
is imminent when you on the other end
With ya skull beaten by the side of the ball ping (hammer)
Blood pours out from the split up to my in it
All hammer and grip and so it slips
for the use of a rusty crowbar
To the horror of the courier who is forever
The terror I inflict is often described as
My history about it spreads out to leave nameless

[Monoxide
Now ya shocked from all the blood that ya saw
the walls and does surround you and it spreads to the halls
It's even from the ceiling inside
You get feeling that the criminal's still creepin'
That's because I'm right you
Groin to gullet from your stomach to mullet
Split ya like cantaloupe and let ya neighbors know what done it
America's most for crimes against humanity
Heinous and the is formin the insanity

So you wanna murder ya'll
That's
And you wanna them
right
You should take a hit of this
Once they're dead they're not comin' back

So you wanna murder ya'll
That's
And you wanna them
That's
ooo ooo
Why? Once they're they're not comin' back

J:]
The shit you callin' wicked is for kids and
This heinous shit right here is for demonous eaters
It's rainin' in my bedroom a wet and bloody red
Snakes slither my earholes in and out of my head
Got in this back a violent panick attack
Skitsofrantic and I'm manic depressed
I'll an axe in yo chest
I'll kick cracks in yo neck
I'll beat you into chunks you was in a plane wreck heinously

So you murder this ya'll
That's
And you murder them
right
You should take a hit of this
Why? they're dead they're not comin' back

So you wanna murder ya'll
That's
And you murder them
right
ooo ooo
Why? Once they're dead not comin' back
ooo ooo

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Once they're dead they're not back
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Once they're dead they're not back