Текст песни: 333333 [RARE* '96 BOOTLEG CA$$ETTE RIP TRE$ $EI$] + перевод

We gonna get that god doesn’t exist

The regin of blood, the one who has fallen

Here I go

Me and Tenshi Doom

Creeping through the tombs

Eating shrooms that we picked off of your grave

Dead fuck boys, yeah that shit comes in waves

Could give a fuck about how you were raised

Desert reflector resurrector sipping a cup full of flames

My brain is like paint spilling out of a frame

They want to play games

Calling 911 on the *59, son

Staring at a tie-dye sun

Slide to the right now a six-foot jump

Have fun

No time to run

The gun was itching so I tried to oblige

Now my head has no front

Dig your body up and then put it in my trunk

Drive out the lakefront

Throw your body into the waves

As I watch you float away I will light up my blunt

I live in a world of illusion

Confusing when aimlessly shooting

Couple slim bitches I’m spooning

That scarecrow you see moving

I’m gripping the ax with a pipe full of wax

Couple Xanax, gone throw them back

Fuck all the fame, bitch

I’m lucifer’s sequel

They asking me why, why the fuck I hate people

They haters, they boring

Wondering why I ignore them

But get a little bit of shine and in a little bit of time

Every mother fucker gonna be waiting in line

For a chance to take you down

Fuck all y’all clowns

Hop off the dick of the $uicide clique

Triple six, it’s fuck your god!

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