Johnny Massacre - Ultrasound (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Johnny Massacre
• Ultrasound (Instrumental)

INTRO:

So, the teacher wants to teach you the fuckin' alphabet.

I got a little alphabet of my own mother fucker and it goes a little something like this:

VERSE 1:

B is for Brain, cause Ive got brain damage, Im deranged, insane, got cerebrum like a cabbage.

H is for Honesty, Im not gonna hide it, the doc gave me some Prozac cause my life is undecided.

R is for Relationships and mine are non-existent, cause my friends and my women? I like to keep them distant.

S is for Solitude, I live in isolation, building beats, cookin treats, making waves like radiation.

CHORUS 1:

My sound travels through walls, beats drop like water falls, stand tall, never fall, razorblades and shoppin malls.

Suicide! DJs die! Cut like vinyl! Super Fly! Time to die! Close my eyes!

All I want is for my sound to multiply to multiply my sound to multiply.

[I hope you learned your times table, beeyatch!]

VERSE 2:

D is for Death because death is certain, even free houses sometimes have to close the curtain.

G is for Glory cos my fate will be gory if I do a Kurt Cobain to leave behind my story.

N is for NOTORIOUS, from England to Mauritius, Biggie Smalls number one, its a shame hes now fictitious?

Z is for Zoo, its where I belong, cause my life is like a prison with the music industry lookin on.

CHORUS 2:

My sound travels through walls, beats drop like water falls, stand tall, never fall, razorblades and shoppin malls.

Suicide! DJs die! Cut like vinyl! Super Fly! Time to die! Close my eyes!

All I want is for my sound to multiply to multiply my sound to multiply.

BRIDGE:

[Scratching: Theyre getting bigger! x3]

[Scratching: Theyre theyre getting big]

[Scratching: Theyre growing]

CHORUS 3:

My sound travels through walls, beats drop like water falls, stand tall, never fall, razorblades and shoppin malls.

Suicide! DJs die! Cut like vinyl! Super Fly! Time to die! Close my eyes!

All I want is for my sound to multiply my sound to multiply.

I know my ABCs bitch!

[Scratching: Well, well, well, it multiplies.

Well, well, it multiplies, well, it multiplies with ... w ...]

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