CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Gutted
Verse 1: Na$tii
I got iguana skin all on my d**k
Hop in the sauna and burn off your skin
Scraping the plate to remove all the skim
Spin out the block like a bomb in Berlin
Never winning cause I got convinced of the sin
No religion can match when my balls her hit chin
No co defendant the case looking grim
60 part minute like marks on my skin
I’m no different that liquid
Cause I swirl around at the base of the bin
I got arachnids and squid
Covered acid in p*ss
I went bat sh*t from staying inside while my split
Personalities f**king like rats in a pit
f**k like we stuck in the mist
f**k thе all alien sh*t
Maybe they rеally exist
They can spin on the end of my fist
What’s the time with no watch on my wrist
Who got the time if the clock got no face
Put my all ashes inside the vase
Make sure you give it a taste
And engrave all the sh*t I f**ked up
All the pain I misplaced
Better behave or the preacher
Will set you a blaze
Pyrotechnition the holiest praise
Push start ignition to speed up decay
Smoke on emissions outside the cafe
Please do the dishes the food turning grey
I wanna body the state I wanna body the pigs
I wanna dig up yard I wanna cradle the grave
Cutting the palm of my hand marking my path in the maze
I got iguana skin all on my d**k
Hop in the sauna and burn off your skin
Scraping the plate to remove all the skim
Spin out the block like a bomb in Berlin
Never winning cause I got convinced of the sin
No religion can match when my balls her hit chin
No co defendant the case looking grim
60 part minute like marks on my skin
I’m no different that liquid
Cause I swirl around at the base of the bin
I got arachnids and squid
Covered acid in p*ss
I went bat sh*t from staying inside while my split
Personalities f**king like rats in a pit
f**k like we stuck in the mist
f**k thе all alien sh*t
Maybe they rеally exist
They can spin on the end of my fist
What’s the time with no watch on my wrist
Who got the time if the clock got no face
Put my all ashes inside the vase
Make sure you give it a taste
And engrave all the sh*t I f**ked up
All the pain I misplaced
Better behave or the preacher
Will set you a blaze
Pyrotechnition the holiest praise
Push start ignition to speed up decay
Smoke on emissions outside the cafe
Please do the dishes the food turning grey
I wanna body the state I wanna body the pigs
I wanna dig up yard I wanna cradle the grave
Cutting the palm of my hand marking my path in the maze
