LiveFromHell

La musica de Harry Fraud

Reportin' live from Hell
Hovi told you we was welcome
To sell, don’t run and tell
Unless you want your heart to fail
Unless you want small with
The real potato cutter
I, peel flesh on, hands and feet
And dump you in a tub of salt, sheesh

Smoke yuh, burn up, psshh yoga flame
Zombie mahfucka, prepare for the reign
Shreddin through the world
Slightly feel pain
Open up yo eyes, life is just a game

You don't like my music
Well I hope you fuckin' die
Grab that pistol, kiss it, put
It to your temple, chris Benoit
(kiss sound) kiss of death your gum
Maricon, carry on
Lucid dream of feelin' martin
Pain smoking Tommy Strong
My chick a gully jawn
She suck with a skully on
Olde English and Jordan 1's
Cuz, my cup done runneth off like
Red pill, blue pill, plug in-plug out
Gang yo mouth, if shit shay, your out

We ain't at the top, but we made men
Started from the bottom
Seven grams and the blank disc
My ex girl wanna fuck, but I ain't rich
I saw myself die once, what a nice trip

You say you want the highest, well I am him
No such thing is a loss
So I reap on his grim
The demons bleed through the pen
The canvas drips from the sin
I mind bend spit shit to
Make a mannequin cringe

Obnoxious like Nazis
Smackin' paparazzi like Kanye
Pardon my cocky, can't stop me
I'm on a million, the feeling I'm feelin'
Look to the ceiling
Smoke cut with the building
Buildin' a billion
Fuck everyone who said that we couldn't
Dab city bitch, strollin' through your hood
Juicy long beard stroke the
Kitty like I should
Scalpel, cut yuh, ease yuh' like my dutch
Four fifth, morbid psychedelic, raw shit

Zombies existed across all cultures
In mythalogical selections
And their imminent arrival is all but
Fortold in all the religious texts
My advice "Sharpen your sword"