NightWalker, Tim Williams, Nassau Chainsaw - Submission lyrics
[NightWalker, Tim Williams, Nassau Chainsaw - Submission lyrics]
Flipped burned cars parked in the lot
Before the show even starts
Immune to teargas
Like the smell of chainsaw fumes in the dark
Fuck these rent a cops in riot gear
Their not very smart
They can’t control a thirsty crowd
At drinks ten dollars a shot
Molotov siphon gas spark the
Flames and ignite
When Razor tongue incite the
Riot every body unite
Stampede push shove till the
Bouncers can’t breath
Slayer at Sundance dirt bags verse SIB
Like Bad Luck 13 at Hellfest
Flip the bleachers
Climb that pa with golf cleats
Jump off the speakers
To draw first blood is to show no love
Front line all spine any motherfuckin time
Yo I crack you in the face thirty eight times
You won’t be recognized, paralyze
Central nervous system with the cyanide
Hiding from the pigs I getting
Drunk in ya church
While you live in constant fear
Of being evicted from earth
Swing on you with a ball and chain
Again and again and again and again
Yo rush the pit
See if you can dodge a hundred fists
Now jump and kick a motherfucker in
His face then duck and dip
And hunt that dick with his
Shirt off in the mosh-pit
Cause you were trying to watch the show
And he was trying to start shit
See he lay some vodka in his gatorade
I lace my motherfuckin
Tennaments with razorblades
It's all love but if you
Ain't really a supporter
I'mma choke you 'till submission with
A Vision of Disorder
Before the show even starts
Immune to teargas
Like the smell of chainsaw fumes in the dark
Fuck these rent a cops in riot gear
Their not very smart
They can’t control a thirsty crowd
At drinks ten dollars a shot
Molotov siphon gas spark the
Flames and ignite
When Razor tongue incite the
Riot every body unite
Stampede push shove till the
Bouncers can’t breath
Slayer at Sundance dirt bags verse SIB
Like Bad Luck 13 at Hellfest
Flip the bleachers
Climb that pa with golf cleats
Jump off the speakers
To draw first blood is to show no love
Front line all spine any motherfuckin time
Yo I crack you in the face thirty eight times
You won’t be recognized, paralyze
Central nervous system with the cyanide
Hiding from the pigs I getting
Drunk in ya church
While you live in constant fear
Of being evicted from earth
Swing on you with a ball and chain
Again and again and again and again
Yo rush the pit
See if you can dodge a hundred fists
Now jump and kick a motherfucker in
His face then duck and dip
And hunt that dick with his
Shirt off in the mosh-pit
Cause you were trying to watch the show
And he was trying to start shit
See he lay some vodka in his gatorade
I lace my motherfuckin
Tennaments with razorblades
It's all love but if you
Ain't really a supporter
I'mma choke you 'till submission with
A Vision of Disorder