Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Magnum Opus

Can't my anger
control my rage, my blood lust will be sated
I'm locked and and ready to engage
Killing everything I've hated

A motherfucking Van Gogh a gun
About to paint his
Blow the into oblivion
Paint the blood of the diseased

Fire away, put your body on
myself a tower of decay
A written in human debris
Art and murder synonymy

No appeal, no, I got a raw
I give a fuck
One thing is clear, got a deaf ear
You better shut your mouth and

I get a taste of laying everyone to waste
My hunger won't
I won't ever stop till the body drops
Let the be my guide

The virtue of
In my bloody
A portrait of gore, my .44
My .44 magnum

Bodies are the canvas, ammo is the
For my work of art
I'm waging my own
Tearing everything

I'm a monument to horror
A so divine
Remembrance to those massacred
Death is the design

People will in disbelief and awe
When they see what created
Still life, no life and raw
The world will be

Never they seen something so ambitious
Like nothing done
A work so and vicious
A of gore