808

Believe me, you don't need to fight

I will cook you some nasty drops

Your salvation starts under sixty-three (HZ)

It will fuck up your brain

Hitting harder than dope

Like the brown note, you will shit your pants

Striking your head

Melting your brain

Destroy your fucking ears

You’re too weak, little cunt, our drop will destroy your fucking innocence

Sub slaps too hard

Bass drop

Guts will go out

Bass drop

Head will explode

Fetal position will be your only end

I don't need my morning coffee, I just need low frequencies

Don’t try to refrain me, or I will put you six feet deep

Let me show you the real power of subs

This divine noise

Exquisite, lowest and strongest vibration

Follow my cult, or fuck yourself

Give me my sub, give me my sub

Every day, I try to reach my dirty fucking paradise

Looking hard, for some music that can fill me

But nothing is too strong, I don’t have the choice to do it

Brace yourself and stand face my Armageddon

I WANT BASS DROP

Sub, Sub, Sub, Sub, Sub

Too late, now you’re one fucking addict

Crying and begging us to give you more

I heard you, yelling at us for one more sub shot

B A S S D R O P, B A S S D R O P

Fuck

On va te donner ta putain de dose de bass drops

Sub

I think it’s time, to free my wrath

Your prayers, will be granted

New underpants, will be in need

Final judgement coming