歌曲 | Organ Splitter |
歌手 | Bigdumbface |
专辑 | Duke Lion Fights the Terror!! |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Borland | |
Rake the vice in florin shordo | |
boiling innards recompense, | |
lighting vards incinerating- | |
frying cheeks in sloring vats. | |
shear its back and throbbing pack, | |
the goggle lord will show its law, | |
rake the gaultry, | |
larding sist, | |
organ splitter like a fist. | |
Blowing death & spitting coals, | |
carving goodness out of souls, | |
the organ splitters evil grace comes | |
shooting out its filthy face! | |
Bile sheens and boils belch, | |
rot will ticken, | |
boggle felch- | |
sloring vats are spilling over, | |
flooding through the goggles realm. | |
Lucifer may seem the stronger, | |
organ splitter getting longer, | |
cheeks are red and pack erection, | |
wicked muscles shoot ejection! | |
"ok lets see, thats one of thoes square records,eh, | |
that goes on a record player that like goes on its side", | |
"no thats an EP from some British New Wave band," | |
"oh, take off, you du-, you dont know." | |
"yeah they bootleg thoes, eh" | |
"sounds like an EP from some British New Wave band." | |
"yeah, beauty sound... -not my style of music though" | |
Meat upon the pentagram bloody necrophalic phlegm, | |
pus is furry, | |
pus is good, | |
pus will fill the dirty wound, | |
eat your beets and double hog husk! | |
Man odor smells like oily musk! | |
goose bumps raised on prickly thighs, | |
florin shordo says suprise, | |
pussy discharge speaks the truth, | |
Josh Allen's bad & so's Paul Booth, | |
marrow cracks & tissue flies, | |
the goggle lord will use his eyes, | |
glowing light upon his head, | |
Burgalveist will make you dead, | |
goggle comes, | |
his blood is red, | |
and flaming like the head of set. | |
Blowing death & spitting coals, | |
carving goodness out of souls, | |
the Organ Splitters evil grace | |
comes shooting out its filth face! |
zuo qu : Borland | |
Rake the vice in florin shordo | |
boiling innards recompense, | |
lighting vards incinerating | |
frying cheeks in sloring vats. | |
shear its back and throbbing pack, | |
the goggle lord will show its law, | |
rake the gaultry, | |
larding sist, | |
organ splitter like a fist. | |
Blowing death spitting coals, | |
carving goodness out of souls, | |
the organ splitters evil grace comes | |
shooting out its filthy face! | |
Bile sheens and boils belch, | |
rot will ticken, | |
boggle felch | |
sloring vats are spilling over, | |
flooding through the goggles realm. | |
Lucifer may seem the stronger, | |
organ splitter getting longer, | |
cheeks are red and pack erection, | |
wicked muscles shoot ejection! | |
" ok lets see, thats one of thoes square records, eh, | |
that goes on a record player that like goes on its side", | |
" no thats an EP from some British New Wave band," | |
" oh, take off, you du, you dont know." | |
" yeah they bootleg thoes, eh" | |
" sounds like an EP from some British New Wave band." | |
" yeah, beauty sound... not my style of music though" | |
Meat upon the pentagram bloody necrophalic phlegm, | |
pus is furry, | |
pus is good, | |
pus will fill the dirty wound, | |
eat your beets and double hog husk! | |
Man odor smells like oily musk! | |
goose bumps raised on prickly thighs, | |
florin shordo says suprise, | |
pussy discharge speaks the truth, | |
Josh Allen' s bad so' s Paul Booth, | |
marrow cracks tissue flies, | |
the goggle lord will use his eyes, | |
glowing light upon his head, | |
Burgalveist will make you dead, | |
goggle comes, | |
his blood is red, | |
and flaming like the head of set. | |
Blowing death spitting coals, | |
carving goodness out of souls, | |
the Organ Splitters evil grace | |
comes shooting out its filth face! |
zuò qǔ : Borland | |
Rake the vice in florin shordo | |
boiling innards recompense, | |
lighting vards incinerating | |
frying cheeks in sloring vats. | |
shear its back and throbbing pack, | |
the goggle lord will show its law, | |
rake the gaultry, | |
larding sist, | |
organ splitter like a fist. | |
Blowing death spitting coals, | |
carving goodness out of souls, | |
the organ splitters evil grace comes | |
shooting out its filthy face! | |
Bile sheens and boils belch, | |
rot will ticken, | |
boggle felch | |
sloring vats are spilling over, | |
flooding through the goggles realm. | |
Lucifer may seem the stronger, | |
organ splitter getting longer, | |
cheeks are red and pack erection, | |
wicked muscles shoot ejection! | |
" ok lets see, thats one of thoes square records, eh, | |
that goes on a record player that like goes on its side", | |
" no thats an EP from some British New Wave band," | |
" oh, take off, you du, you dont know." | |
" yeah they bootleg thoes, eh" | |
" sounds like an EP from some British New Wave band." | |
" yeah, beauty sound... not my style of music though" | |
Meat upon the pentagram bloody necrophalic phlegm, | |
pus is furry, | |
pus is good, | |
pus will fill the dirty wound, | |
eat your beets and double hog husk! | |
Man odor smells like oily musk! | |
goose bumps raised on prickly thighs, | |
florin shordo says suprise, | |
pussy discharge speaks the truth, | |
Josh Allen' s bad so' s Paul Booth, | |
marrow cracks tissue flies, | |
the goggle lord will use his eyes, | |
glowing light upon his head, | |
Burgalveist will make you dead, | |
goggle comes, | |
his blood is red, | |
and flaming like the head of set. | |
Blowing death spitting coals, | |
carving goodness out of souls, | |
the Organ Splitters evil grace | |
comes shooting out its filth face! |