Gases in Hell (Inhale) Lyrics & Tabs by Cannibal Ox
Gases in Hell (Inhale)
guitar chords lyrics
Gases in hell
Gases in hell
Gases in hell
Ghost in a shell
Gases in hell
Gases in hell
Gases in hell
Ghost in a shell
My style's kinda fat, reminiscent of a whale
Gases in hell
Gases in hell
Gases in hell
Ghost in a shell
My shell is a mechanical found ghost
By my ghetto is animal found toast, my fahrenheit is blazin', I might boast
Ghost in a shell
My shell is a mechanical found ghost
By my ghetto is animal found toast, my fahrenheit is blazin', I might boast
And you don't wanna get that close
Gases in hell, ghost in a shell
My molecules separate like Flash' as I propel
Light speed, then the sound
I am the first God to come forth, from the mount
Zep tepi your world's empty
And it's a shame, you had your chance, now watch me
And I ain't an MC
I'm more like a sorcerer, trapped in a spellin' bee
And I'm unstoppable once I get angry
You lit the fuse, mission impossible
I'm Vishnu Aladdin
Just know I enter the tiger and exit the dragon
Calling all cars, calling all cars
You can trace my body in the sky with stars
Cosmos, Sir William
We call him Bill Cosmiq, you get to meet him
At the holiest cities we gather proof
Abra, kadabra, poof
That's my perfume, ain't it cute
There is no death, I'm just changing my suit
My sons will come back to reform the law
The beat is hotter than a whore with gasoline drawers
I'm wavy boy
Look at me from a distance and I start wavin' boy
No need for alarm
I played the flute in bandcamp that's how I met your moms
I'm bigger than Grizz and Dot Com
You're sweeter than Liz Lemon, I'm number 7
Let's go, pressto
Everything with a button, I press those
Everything with a string, I pluck those
I smile at a bitch, she jump out her clothes
Galaxo, properties iron
Where there's nothing but hyenas and lions
Where there's nothing but poor babies that's crying
All thing come to an end, ask a Mayan
Let's go, fatso
Chicken and waffles at Roscoe's
Chef Olay, bravo
Broad thinks she's cute, I wanna see her toes
Followers, Jacob, had the most
60, 000 niggers on Pat Mose
Raise your glasses in the air, here's a toast
My whole crew whipping cream, lactose
