VARG VIKERNE$

Lyrics

I feel like Varg Vikernes, I feel like all the sickness I feel like Vikernes with all this ammo in my hand Driving around drunk, shooting people, don't belong Park where I stood In my shelter in the woods Rolling backwoods like I'm Bones Black metal, inner circle stones Kvlt morose teen, baby, call me Count Grishnackh All the fuckboys slack I'm counting stacks, I'm counting stacks Driving and shooting and amping and screaming and burning every dusk to dawn I feel like Grishnackh, making all these stacks to floor Packing ammos in the trunk Nose bump, burning chapels till they're nothing more than junk Evil corporations, Ronald McDonald Trump Sometimes I just feel like jump Society treat me scum Feel like Varg Vikernes Feel like Varg Feel like, feel like Varg Vikernes Feel like Varg I feel like Varg Vikernes, making all these stacks I feel like Varg Vikernes, getting all this cash I feel like Count Grishnackh, I'm wearing all black Except my pale skin and the blood over my chest Call me teenage trash but I'm channeling spells so fast You can't see me nowhere, where? Looking in the woods Find me nothing, skrr, my stealth just sharpening Burning all churches down, then fleed to dungeon's darkness I look like Varg, getting cash Call me Count Grishnackh, I'm wearing all black I look like Varg, getting cash Call me Count Grishnackh, I'm wearing all black, all black I'm wearing all black Count Grishnackh