Hearse 1966 - VELIAL SQUAD

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skull

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skull

Под колесом обледенелый Стикс, по подземельям вниз

Круиз по преисподней, в жилах криоген

Зови меня Мистер Фриз, им rest in piece

VS, ведь они Northern Kings, я убиваю сплиф

Будь благодарен нам, что ты пока, вроде бы, жив

Мои убийцы палят в оба, от колыбели и до гроба

Ты дрожишь?

Будь как дома

Твоя жизнь будто кома

Она мне не нужна, но я взял её в лизинг

Зло вышло из грязи, смрада и слизи

И мне Люцифером отмерен лишь мизер

Вернуться на небо отказано в визе

За рулем Харон и он давит в пол

Пульсар из магнитолы, сзади гроб

Мой загробный флоу, бро плавит доуп

Дрифтим в слоу-мо, лишь горы трупов за стеклом

Их дикий гроул, лоурайдер в хром

И для волков они лучший корм

Устал от вечных видений

Жми на газ, преследуют тени

Цепи на шинах, я в оцепенении

Купил эти души, не срезал с них ценник

Мне нужно срочно выйти, бро

Забрать те растения, они для меня как панацея

И мы у цели в срок, из салона сверкаю запястьем

Тянет в сон, нахожусь в его власти

Красный шлейф протянулся по трассе

Их свежее мясо кромсаю на слайсы

Я разлагаюсь прямо на ходу, при мне новый Узи

Похороню сегодня худ, убегай от нас, лузер

Моя белая маска готова к драйв баю

Это — кровь, а не краска, они пострадают

Постоянно взрываю, туманность в салоне

Смоук-бокс отдыхает, сквад снова на троне

Бак почти пуст, срочно требует их души

Пара снитчей на блоке, я их обнаружил

Страх видно снаружи, ты опять безоружен

Свинец из окна прольет красные лужи

Катки из костей не рожденных детей

Не спеша проезжали мимо сотен смертей

Люди — корм для червей, ими полон багажник

Продаем в рабство сук, наполняя бумажник

Рядом редактор, стеклянная колба

Плавит кристаллы, укус белой кобры

Сломаны ребра, под курткой мачете

Грешная плоть метом согрета

Сквад видел секреты и скелеты из шкафа

Всех порочных блядей давно пора сажать на кол

В катафалке есть место, открыт цинковой гроб

Мотай назад киноленту от могилы до утроб

Ты доморощенный сноб, из уст потоком грязь

Между всех твоих слов я увы не вижу связь

Кусок мяса и тканей, ты в социальном капкане

Иллюминати нас смотрят как кино на экране

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skull

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skull

Riding with that pistol grip

Riding with that pistol grip

Riding with that pistol grip

Pistol grip

Pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull

Ice-covered Styx under the wheel, down the dungeons

Cruise through the underworld, in the veins of the cryogen

Call me Mister Freeze im rest in piece

VS, because they are Northern Kings, I kill the split

Be grateful to us that you are still alive

My killers shoot both, from the cradle to the coffin

Are you trembling?

Fell yourself like at your own home

Your life is like a coma

I don't need her, but I leased her

Evil came out of dirt, stench and slime

And only a minuscule is measured to me by Lucifer

Return to Heaven visa denied

Charon is driving and he is pressing on the floor

Pulsar from the radio, behind the coffin

My afterlife flow, bro melts the dope

Drifting in slow-mo, only mountains of corpses behind glass

Their wild growl, lowrider in chrome

And for wolves they are the best food

Tired of eternal visions

Step on the gas, shadows are chasing

Chains on tires, I'm in a daze

Bought these souls, didn't cut the price tag off them

I need to get out bro

Take those plants, they are like a panacea for me

And we are at the goal on time, from the salon I sparkle with my wrist

Pulling into a dream, I'm in his power

The red train stretched along the highway

I cut their fresh meat into slices

I decompose right on the go, I have a new Uzi

I'll bury the thin today, run away from us, loser

My white mask is ready for drive-by

It's blood, not paint, they will suffer

Constantly blowing up, nebula in the cabin

The smoke box is resting, the squad is back on the throne

The tank is almost empty, urgently demands their souls

A couple Snitches on the block, I found 'em

Fear is visible from the outside, you are unarmed again

Lead from the window will spill red puddles

Skating rinks from the bones of unborn children

Slowly drove past hundreds of deaths

People are food for worms, the trunk is full of them

We sell bitches into slavery, filling the wallet

Next to the editor, a glass flask

Melts crystals, white cobra bite

Broken ribs, machete under jacket

The sinful flesh is warmed by the method

Squad saw secrets and skeletons from the closet

It's high time to impale all vicious whores

There is a place in the hearse, a zinc coffin is open

Rewind the film from the grave to the womb

You are a homegrown snob, from the mouth a stream of dirt

Between all your words, I unfortunately do not see the connection

A piece of meat and tissues, you are in a social trap

The Illuminati are watching us like a movie on a screen

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, located out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull

Riding with that pistol grip

Riding with that pistol grip

Riding with that pistol grip

Pistol grip

Pistol grip