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Corinthians
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Corinthians was released on May 4, 2010 by Clear Label Records as a part of the album Warghosts
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Release DateMay 4, 2010
LabelClear Label Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Holocaust
The Holocaust
Performer
Bomshot
Bomshot
Performer
Warcloud
Warcloud
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Willey
Richard Willey
Songwriter
Shaka Maidoh
Shaka Maidoh
Songwriter
Anthony Creston Brown
Anthony Creston Brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
Warghosts back up in this shit again
Run for your lives
They need to lock me up for all the shit that I did
More rats begin to surface than the Big Dig
Read the headlines, I ride some red tides
Pray by your bedside, I'll devour your dead hide
Leave you hidden in caves, you'll be missing for days
When they find you I'ma come and spit on your grave
I smell fake shells, wait in Hell's Gates
Then dwells hate, I escape with cellmates
I run with the sect, then push the gun to your neck
We having fun with your flesh then hide you under your steps
This bastard lifted, your fractured wrist and cap is twisted
Track the biscuit and come and get your casket lifted
I'm money getter, watch me fuck your ugly sister
Give you a bloody liver, dump you in the muddy river
You get cut, head bump when the TEC dump
Top you're a dead. Fuck, you're paralyzed from the neck up
On my shining ball, you dying fall in the vitamin brought me mind you fall that this is the final call. If we got murder beef, then it's not sure to see your deceased and your life is so sweet. I'm a psycho assassin. The lights always flashing. I might go and bastard than the rifle starts blasting. I show you just measure like the weight of a scale
I encompass you so much cannibals. Motherfucking ribs, bro, call between the syndrome man made a splinters. There is a break in the woods in which you should not enter the spirits of all danced around. And cannot remember. I stand at his thick and Dynamite, throw it over into the Timber, the angels have found their way. Portuguese from the grave. The skeleton in the cage, didn't he is darling. Waves, Man. Who runs to the night? Why does he try to escape? There is a woman holding a man walking off the passageway. If the lights have all gone out, judge the house. Gay
If the truth is all ran out more delay with clay
There's a stone inside. It water, some desert yesterday, lightning strikes, you know, grows in the grave. You crash like the albatross art declared chart. Declares the Devil is a fish move through the air with his race cannot contain. What I say
There was a blackout, a night causing time to ride enslave
Fraction heart attacks my rap attacks and cardiac finds you in the dark like agent artefacts your hand burger man, slaughter on camcorder the Sandy water. A murder, your damn daughter then wishing hatred on us. I wrapped ancient garments Nature's, harness, I'll make you bathing agent, orange, watch me, eat a, man. While I play the mandolin, I'm a lighter candle. When I'm ready to dismantle them, you Hawking and sheets while I stop. The deceased. Talk to us. Unleash through the mark with a beasts. There's a bigger purpose. Pigs are harder, still the shit will surface. I'm taking corpses, could hit him with Rick of mortise, a kid when he's young. You gotta give him a gun. A lot has rinsing this one. Now we can live on the Sun. It's not polite to waste, right? So I'll think of the gravesite. I always wonder what human flesh. Beasts. Like, you only get one life, I'll wait till your lungs, right, one bite and I can tell you, your blood type, your flash, can't help if it hasn't been torn. Men won't nail if they haven't been warned. I live in Boston we're sins are often. Leave you in the coffin, I drive a black horse with rims and Spinners on it. The voices in my head only talk to the Okay, don't miss the end. I use your
Written by: Bomshot, The Holocaust
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