With the band now slipt up, both sides were trying to become stable, with Lenny and Henry playing in some pubs and metro stations of Madrid, Spain, so they could make some contacts for recording, meanwhile Guiller and Tracï were in Brazil were doing the same. Obtaining no results on both quests, they decide to reunite and record an independent CD, with Lenny and Henry leaving back to Brazil so they could start the recordings of "Holocaust Riot".
The CD Holocaust Riot is a totally independent album, recorded in an improvised studio, with the only pretention of showing the band's work and being launched as a demo album. With the CD already finished, they decide to promote a festival with lots of bands of the Sleaze gender, trying to raise the Brazilian scene, being this the largest Sleaze festival performed in Brazil, bringing thousands of spectators from many different places of the country.
In two months they launch two - also independent - videoclips, and also starting the recordings of their second album.
BAND MEMBERS:
Lenny Terron - Vox/Guitarz
Henry Terron - Guitarz
Traci Klinger - Bass
Guiller Terron - Drumz
Sinners
S.H.O.T. Lyrics
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I say
All the b****s i done fingered
Like to suck on my fingers
I got a gold plated vest bitch gold figure
My drip be cold it'll make yo ass shiver
When my d**k get hard i turn to a sinner
I made all my b****s moan i got background singers
I'm not a snack,I am dinner
Every-time I criss cross applesauce
The line it get thinner
Who am I? I am the winner
Made h** get big booty naked
She danced up on my pole
Just like bop it she just shake it
Stabbed in the back I've been bladed
I ain't got no time my time wasted
My bullets like beer they both come cases
I really ain't s**t my heart spacious
I said all my b**** are killers
They big booty killers
All my b**** are some big booty killers
They'll leave yo a** cold just like the winter
You get scam n***a
You better grab a coat cause it's winter
She eat me up! I am delicious!
Please don't run my killers convictions
Who in the frame cause nobody painted the pictures
My bars can have some power just like scriptures
All the west-bank niggas dance like some f***ing strippers
Raised by the bloods and the crips look at the mixer
Look a shooting star but I am no wisher
The lyrics from S.H.O.T.'s song "Sinners" paint a vivid picture of a lifestyle marked by indulgence, power, and a disregard for consequences. The opening lines set the tone with a boastful declaration about the singer's past sexual conquests and luxurious possessions, showcasing a sense of self-assured confidence. The imagery of a gold-plated vest and cold drip that makes others shiver highlights a persona that exudes wealth and high status.
As the lyrics delve deeper, there is a shift towards darker themes, with references to sinful behavior and a willingness to cross moral boundaries for pleasure. The transformation into a "sinner" when aroused hints at a duality in the singer's character, perhaps alluding to a sense of guilt or conflict underneath the bravado. The mention of background singers during intimate moments adds a layer of theatricality to the narrative, creating a sense of grandeur and excess.
The lyrics take a confrontational turn as the singer warns against crossing them, with threats of violence and a chilling mention of ending up in a river. The juxtaposition of playfulness with menace underscores a sense of unpredictability and danger, suggesting that consequences are swift for those who challenge or underestimate them. The mention of being not just a snack but a full meal emphasizes a sense of power and dominance, reinforcing their self-perceived superiority over others.
The final verses touch on themes of betrayal, wasted time, and the insatiable pursuit of pleasure. References to bullets and beer hint at a life marked by violence and excess, while the admission of a spacious heart suggests a capacity for emotional detachment or callousness. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty, with a mention of "killers" who are fiercely devoted and protective, as well as a nod to the singer's upbringing in a turbulent environment marked by gang affiliations. The closing image of a shooting star adds a note of fleeting beauty amidst the chaos, hinting at a sense of longing or aspiration despite the harsh realities of their existence.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Michael Cargo Jr.
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