People turn their backs on you Don't they like you'r jackets cut? They just know you through and through And the stench of your black though..
In your presence silence rings People always think: "alarm!" 'Cause your chatter has no charm
And your art is an art of murder And your hobby is to burn and rape Welcome to a killer's feast
Conversation quickly dries Your speech got the devil's hooks Too scared to look in you eyes Do they value different books?
And with broads you just do well Some have not returned from dates Local priest don't give you hell
And your art is an art of murder And your hobby is to burn and rape Welcome to a killer's feast
There once was a crooked man Cruel, cold-blooded, bleak and vile Beat his blackness? - no one can Fed on raw meat as a child
M 16 his childhood toy Mutt and snake his mates for life Your soft flesh he did enjoy Slashed your carcass with a knife
And your art is an art of murder And your hobby is to burn and rape You are invited to.. You are invited to.. You are invited to.. You are invited to.. Oooo.. You know,,Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
