CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Mourning Souls
(Loud scream)
(Much more loud scream)
(Evil Laughter)
Sad Vibes Brother
Yuh (2x)
(Scream)
I'm killing motherf**kers making there blood swirl In waves I'm walking to a graveyard and stomping and stepping on there graves they will never betray I will f**king whip them If they run away like slaves, Sh*t Is going backwards now It was my people Black people now It's f**king whites going near a black man and getting into a fight these pu**y boys screaming for help while I stab like a f**king ghost they're mourning now just wait for a riot full of people raging and there feet storming, You can't stop violence It's like 2 dogs hurting eachother just biting, Now being aggresive Is violence now think about the children before they where died they where having good f**king visions thinking they will be accomplished thinking they confidence has risen but no you killed them now you're going back to f**king prison now enjoy getting sh*t on by people like you being sh*t on by a pigeon
(Scream)
(Stabbing)
(Dripping & More Dripping)
(Carving Knife sound)
Think for real don't be a dumba** n***a and go slitting, If you gonna do that sh*t watch the blood drip watch that sh*t get out your veins and make a pile of red mud It's like those f**king helpful pills got to you and struck, Feeling f**king suicidal because yo' girl f**ked another man she was a sl*t she loved to suck a thug and go getting big d**k In a club and her little pu**y f**king humped and jumped on and smoothly rubbed she got those f**king sl*t traits from her lazy a** mum, All these f**kers are on drugs they're always aggresive motherf**kers aren't loved they already knew there dreams where crushed don't touch a drunk a** man he doesn't show affection his heart Isn't truly touched he's a f**king c**t he's that little motherf**ker thats a chump he think his brain buzzed but now he got his brain flushed and on the floor with his brain on the floor drop dead and f**king smudged
(Sound of a old radio)
(Sound of a explosion)
(Sound of Drip)
(Sound of footsteps on a graveyard)
Get yo" f**king thoughts reexamined don't be anxious don't f**king panic make yo' thinking spark make it have static make a good idea pop like magic, Last time you took a drunk girl and f**ked her and covered her face because that b*t*h was no f**king hot a** beauty pageant
(Sound of a door getting banged on)
(Sound of shooting)
(Sound of gla** breaking)
(Sound of a crushing skull)
(Sound of a riot)
(Sound of car beeping and no sound of wrecking)
Sad Vibes N***a
(Much more loud scream)
(Evil Laughter)
Sad Vibes Brother
Yuh (2x)
(Scream)
I'm killing motherf**kers making there blood swirl In waves I'm walking to a graveyard and stomping and stepping on there graves they will never betray I will f**king whip them If they run away like slaves, Sh*t Is going backwards now It was my people Black people now It's f**king whites going near a black man and getting into a fight these pu**y boys screaming for help while I stab like a f**king ghost they're mourning now just wait for a riot full of people raging and there feet storming, You can't stop violence It's like 2 dogs hurting eachother just biting, Now being aggresive Is violence now think about the children before they where died they where having good f**king visions thinking they will be accomplished thinking they confidence has risen but no you killed them now you're going back to f**king prison now enjoy getting sh*t on by people like you being sh*t on by a pigeon
(Scream)
(Stabbing)
(Dripping & More Dripping)
(Carving Knife sound)
Think for real don't be a dumba** n***a and go slitting, If you gonna do that sh*t watch the blood drip watch that sh*t get out your veins and make a pile of red mud It's like those f**king helpful pills got to you and struck, Feeling f**king suicidal because yo' girl f**ked another man she was a sl*t she loved to suck a thug and go getting big d**k In a club and her little pu**y f**king humped and jumped on and smoothly rubbed she got those f**king sl*t traits from her lazy a** mum, All these f**kers are on drugs they're always aggresive motherf**kers aren't loved they already knew there dreams where crushed don't touch a drunk a** man he doesn't show affection his heart Isn't truly touched he's a f**king c**t he's that little motherf**ker thats a chump he think his brain buzzed but now he got his brain flushed and on the floor with his brain on the floor drop dead and f**king smudged
(Sound of a old radio)
(Sound of a explosion)
(Sound of Drip)
(Sound of footsteps on a graveyard)
Get yo" f**king thoughts reexamined don't be anxious don't f**king panic make yo' thinking spark make it have static make a good idea pop like magic, Last time you took a drunk girl and f**ked her and covered her face because that b*t*h was no f**king hot a** beauty pageant
(Sound of a door getting banged on)
(Sound of shooting)
(Sound of gla** breaking)
(Sound of a crushing skull)
(Sound of a riot)
(Sound of car beeping and no sound of wrecking)
Sad Vibes N***a
