CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Go Fuck Yourself
Now see triple six to me ain't the number of the beast,
I see triple f yeah,
forever friends and family. But if we enemies it takes
on a different meaning
entirely, like f*ck you f*ck go f*ck yourself and
everybody like you see.
We ain't like you, you never walked a mile in our
shoes, if you were sandals we'd
be steel toe boots. Plus them boots is just to big to
fill, for real, you little
f*cks ain't even fit to lick the shit from my heel,
name an innovator who ain't got
a million haters, you keep runnin' you mouth, I'll keep
stacking my paper. And when
you see me you salute like I'm the motherf*ckin'
general, if not go f*ck yourself
like your packing two kinds of genitals.
Go. This shit is getting tired. f*ck it's hard to let
it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch
the hustle.
Go. This shit is getting tired. f*ck it's hard to let it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch
the hustle.
Go
f*ck
Yourself
Go f*ck yourself
Go
f*ck
Yourself
Go f*ck yourself
They call me the cremator, incinerate, torture.
Things burning out of control, the reapers here to take
your soul,
mentally vexed, cashing those checks.
Blood lusting, I demand my respect.
Go. This shit is getting tired. f*ck it's hard to let
it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch
the hustle.
Go. This shit is getting tired. f*ck it's hard to let
it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch
the hustle.
Go
f*ck
Yourself
Go f*ck yourself
Go
f*ck
Yourself
Go f*ck yourself
I see triple f yeah,
forever friends and family. But if we enemies it takes
on a different meaning
entirely, like f*ck you f*ck go f*ck yourself and
everybody like you see.
We ain't like you, you never walked a mile in our
shoes, if you were sandals we'd
be steel toe boots. Plus them boots is just to big to
fill, for real, you little
f*cks ain't even fit to lick the shit from my heel,
name an innovator who ain't got
a million haters, you keep runnin' you mouth, I'll keep
stacking my paper. And when
you see me you salute like I'm the motherf*ckin'
general, if not go f*ck yourself
like your packing two kinds of genitals.
Go. This shit is getting tired. f*ck it's hard to let
it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch
the hustle.
Go. This shit is getting tired. f*ck it's hard to let it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch
the hustle.
Go
f*ck
Yourself
Go f*ck yourself
Go
f*ck
Yourself
Go f*ck yourself
They call me the cremator, incinerate, torture.
Things burning out of control, the reapers here to take
your soul,
mentally vexed, cashing those checks.
Blood lusting, I demand my respect.
Go. This shit is getting tired. f*ck it's hard to let
it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch
the hustle.
Go. This shit is getting tired. f*ck it's hard to let
it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch
the hustle.
Go
f*ck
Yourself
Go f*ck yourself
Go
f*ck
Yourself
Go f*ck yourself
