Correction Paroles Swiss Cheese par Twisted Insane

Featuring(s) : Kamikazi

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Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese
Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese
(Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese)
(Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese)
Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese
Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese
(Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese)
(Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese)
Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese
Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese
(Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese)
(Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese)
Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese
Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese
(Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese)
(Turn 'em all to Swiss cheese)
[Twisted Insane]
And I'm in the bedroom with the ghost
Try'na get a little head room
That was fed to at the most
Go ahead but you'll be dеad soon
When the lead boom, comatosе
I be into different shit that you ain't into
When I'm fins' to hit you with the Moss
It's black magic, your curse
Put 'em in a four-door hearse
I be rappin' 'bout my life, never did I
Think it was a f*ckin' horrorcore verse
Spend a day up in my shoes, you will pro'bly
Think you livin' in a Mordor Earth
It's the feelin' bodies hangin' from the ceiling
Ain't no squealin', nigga, your chores first
Serpent, find me sleepin' with the ratchet
Told me all about the fade, come and get this gauge
Hop up in this black whip
Hit the corner, makin' sure they all are front and faded
Drunk and then we backflip, shit, blood and guts, nigga
I ain't one you muh'f*ckas wanna rap with
Hurry, get down on your knees
Everybody yellin' "please
I don't wanna die" (-Why?)
"Got a couple kids, 5 and a 3" (-And?)
"I don't wanna have my mama
Hear about her son die in the street"
You should'a thought about it 'fore you
Came up into my house on the beat

[Kamikazi]
Bloody body turn to Swiss cheese, it's scary
Now the mystery's still alive when you buried
I'm very entertained but my brain hangs in the barracks
Of hatred, it's magic, if you gon' play, get sacred
Never been in my favor, huh
Bet you waitin' on the savior, huh
Ain't nobody finna come and help you
I can hear you screamin' for the neighbors, huh
Searchin' for the cycle breaker, huh
You don't wanna meet your maker, huh
Didn't wanna be the one to have to come and
Put you in a situation, bruh
But I'm off the medication
f*ck a civil conversation
I get little with the pistol
After poppin' opposition murder station
Round table litigation
Whoever down, I'm waitin'
You the one with the runnin' tongue
Tellin' everyone you was hatin'
This a brazen demonstration
Down the middle when I wake 'em up
Sicker than the sickest nigga you could ever
Think of, you ain't even sick enough
We can take it to another level
I'm the devil, ain't a demon quick enough
Pedal to the metal, hit the [?]
Good fellow, paramedic pick 'em up

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