La menthe Vénéneuse
Lyrics
Fill her, Oceanize her with your fluid French streets are not what you think they are... You wanted... You wanted a french connection, and a bitch barking at you all night long She taste the smell of your death You smell the fragrance of her poison Aids given has a present Caught in the fingers of poison mint She is the graal of those horny bastards and you're an apple without a skin she is the plagues of those alleys and you the rotten fruit of her revenge YOU CAN GO LIMP YOU SWINE! YOUR FINAL COUNTDOWN IS STARTING NOW! She taste the smell of your death You smell the fragrance of her poison Aids given has a present Caught in the fingers of poison mint
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 05:23
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 125 BPM