CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : CRUCIFIX

Got that metal up on my side
If you text me, b*t*h
The reaper come get you at night when you sleep
And Yung Death got no reason but throats might get slit
Came through back in '95, got the hate up in my eyes
Death runnin' through the motherf**king crib
Said f**k your crew, I don't got any friends
Had to stay by myself on some solo sh*t

When I die, hope my body's on the crucifix
Tie up my ankles and nail up my hands
I'm on that reaper sh*t
I've come to get wicked, occultist apprentice
The magic run through me, I'll turn you to mist
I'm 'bout to f**k up the game with this underground sh*t
So you better get used to it, I
Got a couple of issues with everything that these pussies been sayin' to me
I go outside at the crack of the dawn
And I'm watching the shadows, they prayin' to me
I'm on that devilish sh*t, if you coming outside
Look around, you can wait and you'll see
My words is a curse, rose up from the dirt
Been a killer since birth so don't play with a g
b*t*h, I don't got no sense
And I ain't ever gave a f**k about the time, f**k a Rolex
Spill a pu**y blood, soak it up like Kotex
b*t*h, I'm living in the f**king snow [?]