Текст песни LAWNMOWER DETH - Flying Killer Cobs From The Planet Bob
LAWNMOWER DETH - Flying Killer Cobs From The Planet Bob слова песни
Текст песни LAWNMOWER DETH - Flying Killer Cobs From The Planet Bob
Too much too highYou smoke, you dieFlying killer cobs from the planet Bob,His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.Just one smoke that all it takes,( )Take a couple of drags, see purple lakes,You've smoked toomuch, you're starting to sob,Now you're going toanswer to the planet of cobs.His teeth are sharp, his teeth are big,The chainsaws he uses, ain't not for cunning twigs.Too much, too high,You smoke, you dieHey, what's the problem with drugs these days,I mean, what the fuck does it matter,