PHFAT - House of Clashes | Текст песни

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• PHFAT
• House of Clashes

Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, Kill it, fight it

Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, Kill it, fight it

Welcome to the house of clashes
bad men fanning black flames on plastic
sucking thick smoke
fat fascists crashing
badlands amassing
mad massive cause red flashes
hashed out classics
force-fed geeks eat acid
sight-seeing captured on magic
Woven in the ghost's dream passive
Colours breathe passions
slow-mo breathing fantastic
hashed out asses, facts and smashed up whackness
fucking with the fingers on your assets
fashioned old mansions
strikes like wanted in blackness
ashed out thoughts so tragic
welcome to the house of madness
bad motherfuckers get lashes
flashed fucking punching old magic
flaccid old thoughts breed boredom
and force-feed dumb motherfuckers so spastic

Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, Kill it, fight it

Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, Kill it, fight it

Swag swamp party
no dreamers in the cradle of the world
inject this fetus with a curse
Bad town baby
no caramel flavour
whip my pants off quicker than an animorph changes
Fake freedom on a makeshift settable
to crude tools and a cold home town mood
26 cigarettes left and I'm dead stressed
thinking with the trees, playing caveman chess

Blue light trickles in
don't fight phantoms with a crow-bar, homie
it's a ghost, no flesh
Six smokes left and your brain takes fathom
it's a clear-cut brilliant escape
no bandages
You can find me in a cold belly
yes I'm fucking edible
a television lying upon a wolf coat
count mad gold in a gangbang coach
with a sharp dart pointed at a dark hag's throat

Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, Kill it, fight it

Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, don't let the motherfucker
Kill it, fight it, Kill it, fight it

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