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  • Текст песни Ill Bill - Acid Reflux

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    (Hook x2)
    My brain's strange from taking contaminated acid
    While you be selling your soul we assassinate assassins
    Am I hallucinating?
    You'll see visions of death, possessed
    By homicide is what I'm obsessed

    Reek of puterfaction and drugs, the acid taste often lingers
    Susan Atkins licked the blood of Sharon Tate off her fingers
    Off the hand of Satan, hot corpse masturbation
    Get my rocks off, sparking a golf course assassination
    Pistol whip and kill the rich, triple six
    Extremely horrible like a beautiful bitch with a dick
    Every society receives the criminals it deserves
    Subliminal with the words, and every visual's absurd
    Dope dealer storm dancers rain down chronic showers
    The cult leader cure cancer with hypnotic powers
    Goon druggie tie-dyed psychedelic paint job
    Dune-buggy drive-bys, heretics that hate God
    Red spider acid tongue, death rider, bastard son
    Empire stand as one, Hellfire Canyon Club
    Crocodile confessions occupy obsessions
    We personify homicide - We're the essence

    (Hook x2)

    "Death To Pigs" written on the wall in blood
    Pestilence and sickness the war's begun
    Trippin' in a coffin numb
    Lift your tongue, put this underneath
    Orange Sunshine, a hundred sheets
    Morbid dungeons and demons a hundred deep
    Grimy tornado tyrants and independent souls
    Hawaii volcano, private Jimi Hendrix shows
    I’ve seen the symmetry of infinity clearly, like Timothy Leary weary
    Questioning every existing theory
    Then we enter to the hallways of the always
    Twisted like corn-braids
    Trippin' like Grateful Dead tour-dates
    I seen Satan and God raping your mom
    Then they all melted away in globs and claymation blobs
    Simulation, Play Station, X-Box the death doctrine
    Altamount angels to murder-sprees with Tex Watson
    The shepard sent the lamb to Bethlehem
    Pentagon Nephilim, sitting in the center of a pentagram

    (Hook x2)

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