MoSS - Paul Baloff lyrics

Disastrous appetite The last ma**acre fantastica amba**ador My castle's like Vlad Dracula's Bath in blood, blast the snub Plastic gloves, laugh at love My heart is pitch black Like a panther cub or a cancer lung Call me acid tongue Hit hard like Black Sabbath drums Like an a**a**in does Big silencers and ma**ive guns Cooked in the mind, the first to blast and the last to run Look in my eyes, you'd think that Manson had a ba*tard son Cast aside after dancing out a rancid c*nt Tabs and lines got me ranting, and trashed inside a trance on d** I shovel snow up to my dome until my hands are numb Bundles of dope I know my uncle would be amped to touch A smorgasbord of enormous who*es and trashy s*uts Nasty a** & jugs happily jack me till I'm blasting cum And stay swerving into murder and perversion Urgent when we're inserting lysergics in the virgin Cadaveric maverick savages ravage the average Evangelist family to famished cannibal sandwiches Edible funerals, turn terrible to beautiful Sever dudes for food, several medical tools are suitable Trouble times - some will live, some will die Chewed out in a tomb, found mummified Shoot-outs in the summertime Bubble crime, devil might drive-by Genocide cenobite, Rebels strike hard like a metal pipe Bark like a kennel fight Sharp like a venom bite Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night Levitate and write, everything God said to Christ Hell Awaits like Kerry King rocking metal spikes Like Paul Baloff at studio 54 live "Ultimate Revenge Tour" VHS, all time greatest Spray d**h here - shoot the llama from the elbow Like James Hetfield produced the Piranha demo