Correction Paroles Crypt par Roderick Porter

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Paroles

Three bands on the wrist, five on the fit
Only rock designer, dead before dishonor, lookin' like a lick
I ain't give a sh*t, better come acquit
You 'gon have to kill me if you really want it
I can go take any drugs hoping they take me above
I know I'm testin' my luck, this life just ain't it was
Slowly, I'm wasting away, don't know how long I can wait
Starin' at the reaper wonderin' if today is the day

I'm just tryna' break bones in the pit
Hard-throwin' bows, put my rings through your lips
Give my fist a little kiss
Send you to the 666 and your body to the motherf**kin' crypt
I'm just tryna' break bones in the pit
Hard-throwin' bows, put my rings through your lips
Give my fist a little kiss
Send you to the 666 and your body to the motherf**kin' crypt
Take your last breath (Huh, huh)
'Fore I put yo' a** to rest (Huh, huh)
I'ma spin your f**king neck (Huh, huh)
Like the exorcist, let me bless you, b*t*h
Take your last breath (Take your last breath)
'Fore I put yo' a** to rest ('Fore I put yo a** to rest)
I'ma spin your f**king neck (I'ma spin your f**king neck)
Like the exorcist, let me bless you, b*t*h

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