Goretex, Heavy Metal Kings - Séance Gone Wrong lyrics

[Goretex, Heavy Metal Kings - Séance Gone Wrong lyrics]

Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules
All that punk shit sucks it
Doesn't belong in this world it
Belongs on fucking Mars, man! What
The hell is punk shit? And Madonna
Madonna can go to hell
As far as I'm concerned, she's
A dick i mean seriously
Heavy metal definitely rules twisted Sister
Judas Priest, Dokken, Ozzy
Scorpions, they all rule! yeah
She's tripping Jack Daniels
It all rules! All that
Shit rules! This punk shit circle of
Shit and the dicks and
All, that can go to hell, I don't care yeah
I don't really give a shit about
That kind of punk fuck

Acid with Bear Stanley
I'm trying to see where the demons are
Jesus Christ heeded advice and
Followed the bleeding star
I told shorty to take me
Where the cathedrals are
All of y'all are phony yeah you're
Fruity like a freezer bar
You can't be the fucking man if
You don't work for it
Never mind meeting the deacon
Pleading in church for it
I'll beat this fucking dummy
With a surfboard
I wouldn't say I like to kill
It's more a thirst for it
The synagogue of Satan
They was cursed for it
Shamash the God of Babylon my first thought
Banish this motherfucker from Earth for it
He made a mockery of God and
He was cursed for it (cursed for it)
This is how a animal supposed to rap
Tristar Cobra shotty turn 'em
Like a cul-de-sac
I'm made of liquid metal like the Terminator
Bodies in a back
I kill a rat like the exterminator
Satan's first born through the
Séance gone wrong
Spray the squad car and shoot
The cop through the door

I ain't armed with pistols
Spiders the size of armadillos
Molly pills in Ziploc bags
The size of pillows speak from the gut
Fall for nothing, believe in less
Rather, embrace suffering than
Achieving death
Praise Jesus, hate the real Carrie Underwood
Bricks blue and white like Aryan Brotherhood
"Hail Satan" scribbled with a
Crayon on the wall
Pay with your soul in a séance gone wrong
Ancient statues with bleeding eyes
Sentence my enemies to die
For centuries of treacheries and lies
His eyes resemble a throat slit by knives
Sleep's the cousin of death but
He functions like he’s alive
Shooters who would spray
We're students of LaVey
Consumin' the depraved
Until all humans are enslaved
Fatal Princes speak to
Demons through scriptures
Creep with pistols, squeeze a fistful
We official leave you leaking fo shizzle

Satan's first born through the
Séance gone wrong
Spray the squad car and shoot
The cop through the door

My spot builds green like trust funds
Blazing Godfather triple henny
And dust blunts
Captain & Tennille coke shades
I'm in a mask with gloves life's a bitch
I still fuck her till she shit's blood
No more older sluts and inverted stunts
Arrogance of murder
I'd be upstate for thirty months
All I need is a dirty judge and a virgin muff
We run detergent on blocks so
We can turn it up
Back up in your corpse paint
Grim to match the ceiling
Degenerate nihilist
Super-violence and racketeering
My goons stay pushing the air dance
Every floor in the project like
Lufthansa and Air France
Whip top was Goose Gossage get
That work from Rastas
Mean Streets like Johnny
Boy exploding mailboxes
Power like Rod Carew, ketamine in my new suit
Robbing cops like feeding elephants
At the fucking zoo

Satan's first born through the
Séance gone wrong
Spray the squad car and shoot
The cop through the door

You're wild, man wILD!

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