Sent From Hell (feat. Benny Holiday) – Novatore: Songtexte, Musikvideos & Konzerte

Sent From Hell (feat. Benny Holiday)

36

Hip-Hop/Rap

Sent From Hell (feat. Benny Holiday) wurde am 26. April 2024 von Supernova als Teil des Albums The 87 Arsonist veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumThe 87 Arsonist

Veröffentlichungsdatum26. April 2024

LabelSupernova

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM87

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Novatore

Performer

Benny Holiday

Performer

Snowgoons

Performer

Louis Cisneroz

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Detlef Keller

Composer

Manuel Rückert

Composer

Louis Cisneroz

Songwriter

Benjamin Howerton

Benjamin Howerton

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Snowgoons

Producer

Manuel Rückert

Producer

Songtexte

I'll be a pyro 'til they lock us up, pockets stuffed

The Glock is tucked to kill the cops who get the drop on us

They want us cuffed, the Wanted posters keep on poppin' up

They hopin' that it stops but we won't stop until the block is dust

We come from Hell and now the plan is that we bring you back

The place we from is hot so understand the way that we attack

Entire families trapped in fires that we started

And their souls will be discarded, we the hardest and we go retarded

Timing devices, dynamite, and lots of gasoline

That's what we packin' when we savagely attack the scene

That's the team, a bunch of psychopathic fallen angels

Best up in the biz', don't leave a trace, we covered all the angles

We'll bring the heat to anybody livin' comfortably

We hope the world will see the vision that we come to see

And if you don't, it doesn't matter, you still under siege

We'll tear the world asunder 'til these dummies put their guns to me

Pyro carbon fifteen burn you hoes naked

Psycho marksmanship at your dome aimin'

You know the grave shift shiftin' the graves

Killers crazed, lift your face with the tip of the blade

Pyro carbon fifteen burn you hoes naked

Psycho marksmanship at your dome aimin'

You know the grave shift shiftin' the graves

Killers crazed, lift your face with the tip of the blade

Thousands of bodies burnt and hundreds of fires

I think they finally got us trapped, they want us fryin' for fuckin' priors

The screws pursuin', tried to lose 'em with a new route

But now we in the streets facin' police, havin' a shootout

Bullets flyin' back and forth, we hangin' out the whip

We'll end up in a cell or catchin' bodies 'til we out this bitch

We emptied out the clip, you gotta love the rush

Was blackin' out but then I woke up in a hospital with fuckin' cuffs

Okay, they got us but we took a couple too

And I don't see no Ls 'cause every death's another W

Fired the PD, we'll represent our selves

There ain't no need for a defense

Defend yourselves when you all get to Hell

A guilty plea won't hurt us, we confess to the murders

No remorse 'cause they deserved it, let's get to the verdict

It doesn't matter 'cause we're knights in Satan's service

And we cloaked in human skin but we some demons once you break the surface

Pyro carbon fifteen burn you hoes naked

Psycho marksmanship at your dome aimin'

You know the grave shift shiftin' the graves

Killers crazed, lift your face with the tip of the blade

Pyro carbon fifteen burn you hoes naked

Psycho marksmanship at your dome aimin'

You know the grave shift shiftin' the graves

Killers crazed, lift your face with the tip of the blade

Written by: Benjamin Howerton, Detlef Keller, Louis Cisneroz, Manuel Rückert

Shazam-Fußzeile

Sprache auswählen:

Unternehmen

Rechtliches

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Folge uns auf:

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. und seine Tochtergesellschaften | Zuliefererverantwortung

Loading...