Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
M.M.M.F.D.
M.M.M.F.D.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Holiman
Andrew Holiman
Songwriter
Ivan Ovchinnikov
Ivan Ovchinnikov
Songwriter

Letra

Yeah! I'm a child of fate coming from the piles of hate
Triple stage darkness the owl sees miles away
The devil's in my ear and that fucker's screaming loud today
Got me super amped up in the foulest way
I'll display human flesh in an art gallery
Art canvassing dark fantasies that are demanding me to leave you ripped apart savagely
Torn to shreds beautiful souls I'll devour by the hour
We will kill them all I like the power
Our kind like meats of all sorts so y'all forced
Face down tied up from the waist down (Uh)
Lined up in the living room right by the fireplace
Eyes shut gagged mouth and wrapped in designer drapes
Time's up! You better ask God to come and save y'all! (Huh)
Cuz he got ten seconds to come before I slay y'all
No remorse this shit is relentless as I stick 'em with scissors
The black Richard Ramirez, yes!
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
And disappear in the fog
We 'bout to drop you like the bomb on Nagasaki (Boom)
Some people live to tell the tale you're not that lucky
So fuck out of here with all that positive agenda
Rather stick your newborn baby feet first in a blender (Ha)
Let's not pretend a motherfucker will not hurt you (Ugh)
That be like hoping to survive an airplane crash
Your dog is dead like you're soon to be and can't alert you
Then I'm in your house and that your throat I'm about to slash
We piling their bodies up mutilated past all recognition
Having you wishing that your mother would've slaughtered you at birth with a pillow pressed against your face, now your blood you taste and your condition's
Worse than terminal, a fake three dollar bill your life ain't worth (Nah!)
Your life ain't worth the squirts of piss it's almost over
Just like the drama from Obama being in charge (Huh!)
When we leave your house your family's blood will be all over
While the two unsubs on a killing spree remain at large
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
We will kill them all (Yeah!)
We will kill them all
And disappear in the fog
Written by: Andrew Holiman, Ivan Ovchinnikov
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