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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Smell of Death
The Smell of Death
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Lockhart
Chris Lockhart
Songwriter
Todd Glidewell
Todd Glidewell
Songwriter
Patrick Harmon
Patrick Harmon
Songwriter
David Demory
David Demory
Songwriter
Jason Hallacher
Jason Hallacher
Songwriter

Lyrics

We walked into hell, One thing on our minds, We wanted to find, Something to get into We sat at the bar, Two things on our minds, We wanted to find, Women and cold brew Hellsnatch, it's hot stuff. Hellsnatch, can't get enough She winked her eye, One thing on her mind, She wanted to find, Someone she could count on She licked her lips, One thing on her mind, She wanted to find, Someone to go down on Hellsnatch, it's hot stuff. Hellsnatch, can't get enough Here comes Satan and he's fucking pissed, He caught his daughter with a handful of dicks He should have been proud of her multi-tasking, We gotta get back to the surface quick Gotta get back to the surface real quick We gotta get back to the surface soon
Writer(s): Chris Lockhart, David Demory, Jason Hallacher, Patrick Harmon, Todd Glidewell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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