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letra de the cadaver of the antichrist - torné

[verse 1]

the sweet aroma of the fall of sodom and gomorrah
f-cked over a bottle of soda, f-cking coca cola
the world is coming to a closure, -ssuming all the postures
pictures of new artists, i’m laughing at half of them ’cause they’re bad, time to baffle them
and i’m just smoking, drinking, getting high alone
spending time alone, quality times, just me, drugs and my home
ain’t spitting fire and brimstone ’cause god is a b-tch
torné spitting them infernal flames as of late, the demon been sick
to delay life quick, draining my thoughts on unreleases
stained up with blood full of diseases, room filled up with the deceased

[refrain 1]

the ghouls are fixing to feast on my dead soul
you n-ggas thinking you saw me, macabre, you’ve been seeing a walking cadaver

[verse 2]

don’t wear gold, just wear clothes
roll one, whenever the coal need kroll
cold hearted, mold departed
strolling and wilding, boldly riding
rising in top of dead bodies, n-gga
f-ck whatever idea you had of me, n-gga
the antichrist has no likeness of you mortals of medellín
be ready to blaze the weed, that’s the only good god out here
really funny seeing all of them n-ggas praying to a failure
who ain’t able to push 1 meter the f-ckin payload
who can’t even connect the cable, it’s like him and them are r-t-rded
grab the pen, get started, his voice getting louder, growing stronger and harder
getting inspired outta being tired, no wonder
i get inspired all day, ever since the day i got out of my coffin
the walking, talking, prophet, here to rain death upon you
lethal words from my mouth, you commit suicide in your house
earth trembles when i speak
it’s either the drugs or the tremendous impact y’all n-ggas receive
and this is me chilling with ya, being nice
opiates turn a burning world into your own personal paradise
i elaborate extense verses, condense notions in a song
i fit in the pit, h-ll on earth is going out of your home
whenever you hear my voice
all y’all n-ggas get is nothing more than a f-cked up thyroid

[refrain 2]

maggots swallowing my putrefying physique
rabbit holes crowded up by organs, life is obsolete
rotten stolen corpses from the morgue in the streets
nothing left in society, the deed is complete

- torne

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