CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Serpens Deorum
(Verse 1)
Who's Sharon Tate
Think about her when it's very late
In the Dark where i marinate
With a gun i stare and wait
You leave me soaking
I'm covered in you so open
You're wounded i feel so potent
When my enemies are broken
She said let us snap their necks to this
Demon in her got her extra p*ssed
Said she'd rather have sex than kiss
Why the f**k would you call an exorcist?
Help me recite this
Her face painted up like Emeritus
The second that you invite us in you sat Satan Beside us
Chorus:
The Ode of your fortune has been foretold!
If so you will find out tonight just how f**king cold!
Behold are you worth your weight in gold
If so you can call out to him tonight and sell your soul!
(Verse 2)
Amphetamine
I'm a losing horse filled with Ketamine
In a truck filled with Acetylene
Parked that sh*t near the mezzanine
Then i walked in a Chick-Fil-A
As i depart this sh*t souffle
You might want to get your kids away
There is bound to be another Tim McVeigh
At first i wrote this just trying to troll the hopeless
Until i noticed the hatred was building
So you should quote this
Doesnt Matter if you blast a priest
Of if you blast police
Doesnt matter if we fast or feast
We're still sh*tting out this masterpiece
Who's Sharon Tate
Think about her when it's very late
In the Dark where i marinate
With a gun i stare and wait
You leave me soaking
I'm covered in you so open
You're wounded i feel so potent
When my enemies are broken
She said let us snap their necks to this
Demon in her got her extra p*ssed
Said she'd rather have sex than kiss
Why the f**k would you call an exorcist?
Help me recite this
Her face painted up like Emeritus
The second that you invite us in you sat Satan Beside us
Chorus:
The Ode of your fortune has been foretold!
If so you will find out tonight just how f**king cold!
Behold are you worth your weight in gold
If so you can call out to him tonight and sell your soul!
(Verse 2)
Amphetamine
I'm a losing horse filled with Ketamine
In a truck filled with Acetylene
Parked that sh*t near the mezzanine
Then i walked in a Chick-Fil-A
As i depart this sh*t souffle
You might want to get your kids away
There is bound to be another Tim McVeigh
At first i wrote this just trying to troll the hopeless
Until i noticed the hatred was building
So you should quote this
Doesnt Matter if you blast a priest
Of if you blast police
Doesnt matter if we fast or feast
We're still sh*tting out this masterpiece
