The Flatliners - Live Evil (Instrumental) lyrics

Live... evil We get so live (evil), live (evil) It's the dark side, we came to get live Make some noise and represent the Flatline Kool Tee: It's Mr. Kool Tee deep down in the Earth Demons is lurking and evil's at work Trapped in dimension with the Flatline henchmen Sometimes I get hyperactive to k** the tension k**er grills, spine chills, tingling I'll backspin with the souls of chains jingling Twisted at the core but the trouble d**h tells At times I wanna get live but evil prevails I can't stop, my vision blurred, mind slurred Spitting out phrases of words you never heard So invest in a Bible, a nice selection A creepy collection but there is no protection Meddling with forces that you can't comprehend Infernal powers devour sin to sin's underneath You'll feel the forces of the beast Cranium cracks as I chill with the deceased We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) This bloods for you from the Flatliner crew Grave Digger: Dr. Jekkyl and Mr. Pain Regain Hunchback of Notre Dame [?] will dig a grave I kick no regular rhymes while leaving enough to flow Give me a sip of the potion, flip the motion then I grow And then burst out like a volcano the erupt I run amok Evilest thought I'm struck with luck When you turn up the bird sound complete from out the ground Flatline but that's the people up ground Tazmanian transform to the hyper, lyrical typer Abominable sniper viper Cat walker creeper, born I warn For countdown, now it's to the break of dawn This Is Scary Us, to Take 'Em Underground In the Rivaz Of Red, Run, cause It's A Nightmare Sacrifice your hope I'm filling a pitchfork with pork This is the little baby Damien by the stork Pop the cork Bust down, ask for forgiveness Live Evil business, I can't win this so I end this We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) This bloods for you from the Flatliner crew Red Rum: Red Rum is... Red Rum is... Red Rum is... The most cold blooded son of a b**h 666, I'm sick so sick, your body's on the crucifix Or chopped up and buried inside of a grave When I have this craving for making you all afraid Slash you with these claws that are on my paws I have, formed my soul to horrorcore I'm a burn in Hell for that which I be saying No praying, dead's decaying when I am slaying And it will rain with red when brain's bled Return of the evil dread, quad six stay in your bed We do act because of the plaque I have with Satan You don't wanna keep Satan awaiting cause he's impatient Hell is hot, you can see the sinister plot When you rot When the bones is thrown in the lot The devil he says these lies to give me life I'm alive We represent the grave we survive We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) We get so live (evil), live (evil) This bloods for you from the Flatliner crew Live... evil Live... evil Live... evil Live... evil Live... evil Live... evil Live... evil Live... evil