a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de curbstomp - new mayhem

[intro]
alright
alright
alright
alright, alright, alright, alright

[verse 1]
make ‘em know i need a fight like i’m the war board
death ain’t silent like a heart beneath the floorboard
invade your state and start a war like it’s a world tour
i got my eye upon the flames like i’m from mordor
gargle em and spit it back like it’s a blowtorch
nothing’s sacred man, i came up on your front porch
strangled out your poochie, left him stapled to your door
(what, what, what, what)
hanging from the ceiling, boy i never even sleep
call me chupacabra because all i eat are sheep
talking suicides, i turn your porsche into a jeep
make ‘em speak to jesus when they hear gnashing of teeth
(oh no, oh no, oh no, nah)
seeing through your little games like it an x-ray
the gloves ain’t coming off until they’re bl–dy, oj
i’m working hard to conquer y’all today like ok
have your family at your grave, laying a bouquet

[chorus]
open up your mouth
lay it on the ground
canines to the curb
rain dance on a t-rd

[verse 2]
get a sniffing whiff and then i’m all up in your sinus
got you seeing things, like you a lumpy-headed linus
if the addy get produced, then you all getting minused
fruits of my labor have never blessed me with no kindness
i really gotta wonder why y’all isn’t with the shyness
capital punishment if you run up on your highness
the guillotine can make a mighty tyrant go silent
they don’t want to hear it imma make em open minded

[chorus]
open up your mouth
lay it on the ground
canines to the curb
rain dance on a t-rd

[interlude]
who am i gonna stomp today?
who am i gonna stomp today?
who am i gonna stomp today?
who am i, who am i, who am i, who…(laughs)

[verse 3]
overnight from heaven, seventh day i am a godsend
overhyped for maybe seven days, you are a hot trend
overcooked, you’re sweating in the pot you have been tossed in
overbooked the flight to h-ll, i’m closing airways often
enter in your veins, and then i’m running through your ventricles
sever at the cervical, i’m busting up your clavicle
spittin straight asbestos, messing up your little organelles
as you p-ss away, my words invade your wasting ear c-n-ls

[outro]
open up your mouth
lay it on the ground
canines to the curb
rain dance on a t-rd

- new mayhem

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS