Luyện nghe bài hát Heinous

[Shaggy 2
I 1, (ahh) 2, (ahh) across the creaky floor
Spill fuckin' blood then I'm out the back door
Takin' little trinkets, fingernails and pieces of
all for my rituals of cold milk mixed with gin
Stir it together gulp it my eyes roll back
I'm chasin' that but it's more like a hatchet attack
I'm through windows pickin' out the next clueless one
My fingers dig into her what have I done

[Jamie
I sleep on a bed of sharpened and toss and turn until I bleed
I eat from the bread of chosen a thousand ghosts alive in me
Wickedly I'm everything I do is odious
I'm tired of the total terror's my focus
I notice the knife wounds are spellin out a name
To the mother fucker I can be a little extreme
So I take the corset and then light it for the emphasis
Try to call me sick but I'm seein' a horror

So you murder this ya'll
right
And you wanna them
right
You should take a hit of ya'll
Why? Once they're they're not comin' back

Ya Dead Homie:]
Death is when you on the other end
ya skull beaten by the wrong side of the ball ping (hammer)
Blood pours out from the split up to my in it
All over and grip and so it slips
Discarded for the use of a crowbar
To the horror of the courier who is scarred
The terror I is often described as heinous
My about it spreads out to leave them nameless

[Monoxide
Now ya shell shocked from all the blood ya saw
Stainin' the walls and does surround you and it spreads to the
even drippin' from the ceiling inside
You get this that the criminal's still creepin'
That's I'm right behind you
Groin to gullet from your to your mullet
Split ya like cantaloupe and let ya neighbors know what done it
America's most wanted for crimes humanity
and the evil is formin the insanity

So you murder this ya'll
right
And you wanna murder
right
You should take a hit of ya'll
Why? Once dead they're not comin' back

So you wanna this ya'll
That's
And you wanna them
That's
ooo ooo
Why? Once they're dead not comin' back

J:]
The shit you callin' wicked is for and cheerleaders
heinous shit right here is for demonous flesh eaters
It's blood in my bedroom a wet and bloody red
Snakes slither through my in and out of my head
Got dent in this back a violent panick
and demonaclly I'm manic depressed
I'll stick an axe in yo
I'll kick some cracks in yo
I'll beat you into chunks like you was in a plane wreck

So you wanna this ya'll
That's
And you murder them
right
You take a hit of this ya'll
Why? Once they're dead not comin' back

So you wanna murder this
That's
And you wanna them
right
ooo ooo
Why? they're dead they're not comin' back
ooo ooo

ooo ooo
Once they're dead not comin' back
ooo ooo

ooo ooo
Once dead they're not comin' back