His World Lyrics

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His World Lyrics by Zebrahead

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[Intro: sample]  
The world beyond to him  
Adventure's in evil, without the harm  
The world beyond to him  
Who opens one of the seven gateways to hell  
Because in that gateway, evil invades the world...  
  
[Chorus x2: Holocaust]  
To those who didn't know and keep their streets, that is the worst  
I punch you in the chest, and watch your head swell up and burst  
  
[Holocaust:]  
I move like a large black stingray in crystal waters  
My fist'll slaughter, as you order, every time I kiss my daughter  
It is no organ above these, man or come battle me  
Venomous come through the tongue or deep into the skin  
Where a chemical is causing an everlasting, burst of agony  
What is this hindid that kills everything achieved and here's  
Much witnessed vengeance, that reveals clever hits and heals his fears  
For word came on to your king and he arose from his wise throne  
What is left, to disconnect to pebbles of dry bones  
Brother, you are seriously entertaining  
While observing of what stubborn, I murder the murderers of fathers  
The murderers of mothers, I'm vicious between the head and heart's eighteen inches  
Your lyrics reveal nothing to anyone you hating bitches  
He was speaking about misdirected efforts, debating henchmen  
It is only as you see ourselves in the mirror from shaky interest  
  
[Chorus x4]  
  
[Holocaust:]  
We will find nothing but trouble from fires, since the beginning of time  
Anything in my rhymes refuses prime, grab your weapons for vicious  
At the savage sting of all the deadly jellyfish I bring  
A tragic combat, in a ring  
Know your higher power is never hard to reach, for I ain't playing  
Don't hide your light under a lampshade, the sword slang  
My black tree is made over a forged tools, the slime  
The dragon was a mythological creature, over time  
But lacked the power of industry days, by scicy blood  
Shake each chest to the dirt, we compare the appearance of the sun  
The lost strength knowledge, the man each hating thug-thugs  
And after a rain of dirt road, in a country remains mud  
Lots of animals walk your soft mud land, years ago  
At the bottom all the shallow parts, and regimes, you hear me flow  
  
[Chorus x2]

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