GRAVEHOUNDS by SevidemiC

Scale-bound. Bitter and better. Gravehound. Central measure, no effort to a God.

Returning to end you all. God returning to die. God returning alive.

Hag walk to this. From the second I return, blessing any worth it and our impression anonymous. They will lessen any earned. Hell lit the Earth up and oh well, that's all it is. Was there ever any doubt they would get me out here, dummy? Check facts - all legit. The rats are calling it quits. A culling eclipse will bring a pack out. Due to the gas and the bad-mouth. A few built a path in the last round. Truth isn't passed where we at now. Track down God.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Zombie Music
• Albuquerque