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- Auteur de la discussion Mugarbre
- Date de début
AMWA ! :hap:
you dream of trading places
i've been changing faces
you cannot fill these shoes
there is too much to loose
you dream of trading places
i've been changing faces
you cannot fill these shoes
there is too much to loose
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Rothelsberger
I go beserker than a fed up post office worker
A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind, when I come back like nut on your spine
I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son
Now here I come screaming "attack" like I just stepped on one!
Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to thwart him, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in PF Chang sauce?
Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
I'm ............
I go beserker than a fed up post office worker
A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind, when I come back like nut on your spine
I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son
Now here I come screaming "attack" like I just stepped on one!
Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to thwart him, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in PF Chang sauce?
Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
I'm ............
