Текст песни GBH - Boot

Elm Street kinda shit
Do you feel the demons energy
Two body bags zipped up tight
If I do this too much it'll become
an obsession right
All the doors are locked
Pray to ya Gods
I'm hiding in the dark
No natural alarm
Cuz I killed your
Fucking Dog

I'ma make Art of Grievous bodily harm
I'ma make Art of Grievous bodily harm

You Looking Precarious
I'm Feeling Vicarious
You Pain to me is hilarious
I hope he fucking starts
Need a bigger bag too many body parts
I guess I'm getting kinda sloppy
To be fair he kinda dodgy
I'ma take him too
Boot kick in ya face like
Oh
What it do

I'ma make Art of Grievous bodily harm
I'ma make Art of Grievous bodily harm