paroles de chanson Bloody Snow - Slaytanic

Crack snap
It's the sound of the bat
Over the back of your head
Splatter your brains on the street
Twitching slow
Puking blood
Half retarded
Let's get this shit started
Go get that chainsaw runnin'

Cut off their limbs
Blood pumping like a fountain
Making puddles
Heavy metal
Making you mental
Taking the boots
To your dentals
This shit is detrimental
To your health
I'll use yourself
To eliminate your life

Shut out the light
Before injecting the knife
Into your throat
I'm hacking through that windpipe
And splatter
Until you ceasing to choke
I'll toss your body into a lake
Puncture your stomach
So you don't float

Street sweeper
The crime rate increaser
Come swinging at me
And I'll put you into a sleeper
And it gets deeper
With each thrust of the blade
For 10K I'll off your target
I'm just tryin' to get paid

Mask on my face
Breaking down the door
Comin' to settle the score
With each minute
Killed again a little more
The Human Torch
Is leaving you scorched
Should have kept their mouth shut
And now you're cut into a million pieces

A bad example of the human species
Cause your final resting spot
Is in a grave of lime and feces
The kill count rises
Cause I'm that fuckin' sneaky
Say the wrong thing
I'll crack your head
And leave you bleeding

Headbanger
Reciting demonic prayers
Before coming to slay ya
I'll leave you torn up and mangled
Intenstines tangled
Around my fingertips
Better get a grip
Before my wolves come looking for you

Slap your head sideways
With the deliverance
Leaving you looking
Like you belong in a furnace
The pieces of you
Will hardly fit into a thermos
You don't know how much
I'm really wanting to do this

Cause you're nothing but a bitch
End up dead in a ditch
And no amount of stitches
Will put together the pieces
Morgue report goes to show
Killer unknown
Just another body found in the snow
In the Nickel City zone
With it's throat slashed open
And nowhere to go

It's like a horror movie
The difference is reality
Your steppin' up North
Where things aren't what they used to be
705's got the wolves
And we slashin' up
Any motherfucker's
Who be talkin' shit homie

DJ Slaytanic
705
Sudbury Wolfpack

There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow

There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow

There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
There's blood on the snow
Blood on the snow

Go play in someone else's backyard

I want him dead
I want his family dead
I want his house burned to the ground
I want to go there in the middle of the night
I wanna piss on his head