D3uS 3x Songtext
von Hi-C

Heart made of stone, gettin′ throat from a succubus
Put the barrel in her mouth, bitch, suck on this
Bad foreign bitch, dick suckin' lips
Big fuckin′ tits, bitch, holy shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Heaven or Hell, let's rock)
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh

Rick Owens trench coat, Deus Ex (L3Ft 4 D3aD mixtape)
Twin Glocks sing duets, make a bloody mess
Grim reaper, blood hoodie, dark shadow silhouette
Big ass sword on the chop', bloody bayonet
Chrome bloody crucifix bro, geeked off Percocets
Fent 30, kiss of death, don′t know who gon′ die next
Clothes, money, drugs and sex, ho's got ′em soakin' wet
Ho′s choosin' on me, yep, nose runny, coke and X (fuck you)


Sloppy throat from yo′ ho, bro, I know you sick
Yo' bitch on go, you ain't know, boy, I know you pissed
Blow up my phone, leave me ′lone, ho, you so unhinged
Come get yo′ ho, she on me, like you don't exist
Run through her walls, like a ghost, yo′ bitch so possessed
Say you get dough, but you broke, boy, I know you stressed
Dark evil thoughts, swear these hos so fucked in the head
Neck and wrist froze, my heart cold, I feel like snowman

Lights out like bulbs, diamonds glow like some fuckin' lamps
My bars and my words, break ′em for no man
Heart made of stone, gettin' throat from a succubus
Put the barrel in her mouth, bitch, suck on this
Bad foreign bitch, dick suckin′ lips
Big fuckin' tits, bitch, holy shit
We pull up, Hellcat, eyes glowin' red
Do donuts, spinnin′ blocks like a pirouette

We ain′t gon' duck, shotgun blast like the pyramids
We get lows, hit the mall with like 40 bands
Doors lift up, car transform just like Optimus
Sassafras, Molly rock, brown like fuckin′ sand
Rick hoodie, hood on my head like Darth Sidious
Walk in the room, high-end clothes, got unspoken rizz
Futuristic scope on the gun, shootin' shit like dance
Blow through the breeze, bullets blow through the fuckin′ wind


Hi-C, Chrome Heart jeans, look so heaven-sent
Angels fall from the sky, Neon Genesis
Got like ten pounds of shrooms in the hippie van
Big ass shroom, it's the size of my fuckin′ head
Ketamine, Crystal Castles, spike knuckles, bloody fists
Wrist frozen like Alaska, geeked on shroom chocolates
Hell walls, Sistine Chapel, pull off in that Porsche, skedaddle
Orange dodge, Dukes of Hazzard, engine run, pterodactyl

Black chrome, trance twin shots just like fuckin' Axl
In the field, catching plays, choppa blitz 'em, bullets tackle
Pussy grippin′ like a grapple, Rick Owens geobaskets
Vivienne glow around my neck, look like fuckin′ Saturn
Geeked in the Wraith, gettin' brain, yo′ bitch still get splattered
Bitch suck up me and my bros, and kiss you after
Back of the wraith, feedin' cake to a fuckin′ stallion
Two cups stuffed, pourin' blood like a fuckin′ fountain

Rick Owens suit, pourin' blood with my vamp Italian
Rick Owens boots, spill the blood on his fuckin' bastion
So many racks, damn, I think I need an accountant
Bitch, knowin′ him, I walk in, take his ho, no challenge

(This is too easy)