Goretex, Heavy Metal Kings - The Wages of Sin lyrics

Our music is designed to awaken
Primordial instincts in the human
Mind, and whatever comes of this
Is our desire when we perform music
It’s a ritual it’s a very specific ceremony
Designed to unleash these emotions

Yeah, Heavy Metal Kings, yeah, look
In the whip, spray the block
We was starving too long
Windows down, homie
Like the car was too warm
Slow flame, propane like the barbecue on
You’s a beta male
Your father admonish you wrong
This freebase like the shit on the stove
Tell this asshole water wet, winter is cold
The drum look like it’s a cinnamon roll
Every bar sick, this is like carcinogen cold
We talking ‘bout the dough by the pound
All he get is two black eyes


Coke and a smile this is Abraham and Moses
This is Croach from the cow
It’s late in the fourth quarter, homie
Go for the foul this is Fright Night
I’m an evil led abomination
Everybody die and I will
Dead the conversation
I never liked you, homie
I’mma keep it the same
This a thump tank, pop you on
The street that you came, toma!

I’m like when Malachi York
Stepped off the starship
Look deep in my eyes, when I speak
Your heart skip
Put you at ease and release you from hardship
Cult Leader with the rubber
I’m coming hard dick
Tough Tony get your Tinder only squad flipped
You little fucks don’t know me
I have your mom clipped
Fuck politics, make you swallow a hollow tip
I’m like Spartacus if he was
In a bank robber flick
A cross between Corpo Leone and Conan
Heart of a lion, back down from no man
Pop the extendo up out the window
What you get for get your wig smoked
Your momma wear underwears with dick holes
Another day another dollar closer
To the throne central will brick and blow
Floating in a stolen drone
Fuck you we keep on moving like soul to soul
Half gun we travel on Death
Row like Ronin roll

Hoodies and Armyfatigues
Slicers with icepicks
Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids
On the A Train they might
Try to take your chain
Young thugs thirst for revenge
We gonna make ‘em pay
Hoodies and Armyfatigues
Slicers with icepicks
Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids
On the A Train they might
Try to take your chain
Young thugs thirst for revenge
We gonna make ‘em pay

All the Sativa
Having no father made me a leader
Depressed sneakers
FILAs and broke beepers and fresh Caesar’s
Elohim, been a thief since I
Could hold a heater
This kid talks bold and fold
Pussy like Mike Seaver
I’m on the beach by the
Veaches? fiends pushin' receivers
I’m on Farragut
Got the new drop like River Phoenix
Hit stoves with focus
When we pledging allegiance
My dogs at War with Satan
We all possess the demons
Concern your grimace to head cheese
Invest in the jet ski’s
I come from the bottom just to
Make my punches on ten speeds
Your man shitting taking that
Green like land splitters
Got hardware that rip through
Your skull like transmitters

Hoodies and Armyfatigues
Slicers with icepicks
Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids
On the A Train they might
Try to take your chain
Young thugs thirst for revenge
We gonna make ‘em pay
Hoodies and Armyfatigues
Slicers with icepicks
Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids
On the A Train they might
Try to take your chain
Young thugs thirst for revenge
We gonna make ‘em pay
Young thugs thirst for revenge
We gonna make ‘em pay
Young thugs thirst for revenge
We gonna make ‘em pay we gonna make ‘em pay