Petrus Steele Songtext
von Heavy Metal Kings

I′mma blam blam this big bed heckle and slide
And this is full of allegory like it's Jeckyl & Hyde
The Bugati Veyron is a hell of a ride
He auto asphyxiated with the devil inside
See me I′mma muthafuckin' savage in the street
I make in one hour what you average in a week
See the drums is a bad bitch marriage to the beat
I'm the bam bam bigilo damager of beat
It′s like muthafucka toe tippin′ like a mouse
And if worse come to worse I just flip another house
We just cookin' in the muthafuckin′ kitchen & we out
You can starve but I'm eating in the middle of a drought
This a homicide whether you believe it or not
This revolver holds 6 like a beat on the dot
This is free par you ain′t gotta pay me to box
And my hands is bloody like somebody gave me the ax Muerte!


I'm still a white nigga piece of shit Christ killa
Coka soil from the mountains with a hype trigga
Question everything piss everybody off
Guerrilla war ride? with a shotty y′all
Strawberry ball jerseys the young Paul Kursey
Superstitious like black cats on floor thirteen
Goons with pistols pop off clappin' your jaw t
Youthful villains of war banish of turned king
Phileetardo see ca? caprisio his main shooter name Fabrisio
The devil's spawn was born infeetrio
We make the metal talk like C3PO
Like a Viking that pray for death in the freezin′ cold
Like hear it happen physical on a prison phone
Profession now cook crack on a kitchen stove
Satanic acid rituals all systems go
Hallowtips exploding whistle like a piccolo
Got yo dome spinning like a ho on a stripper pole
Ante up or squeeze? focals for my guitar solos
In a vicious supreme box logos