Luyện nghe bài hát Heinous

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

Madrox:]
I sleep on a bed of sharpened knives and toss and until I bleed
I eat from the bread of chosen life a ghosts alive in me
I'm heinous everything I do is odious
I'm tired of the normalcy total terror's my
I notice that the wounds are spellin out a name
To the average mother fucker I can be a extreme
So I take the bloody corset and then it for the emphasis
Try to call me but I'm seein' a horror specialist

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

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

Child:]
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 I'm right behind you
Groin to from your stomach to your mullet
Split ya clean cantaloupe and let ya neighbors know what done it
America's most for crimes against humanity
and the evil is formin the insanity

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

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

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

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

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

ooo ooo
Once they're dead they're not comin'
ooo ooo

ooo ooo
Once they're they're not comin' back