CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Stigma Action

Brand his a** b*t*h cattle
Drag him down, no shallow
Big strap hit back
F**king slumped back, rattled
Bust that sh*t till his lungs catch shrapnel
All you f**ks cap big
But we cut that camo

Boy, I'm boutta make his bloody guts ache fast
No stomach in your crew wanna come break bread
Cyborg in this b*t*h gotta come pay when
But your funds late, now all you f**ks ate last

Show me the causes
And show me your purpose

Tip toe, b*t*h
Got that big pole, b*t*h
Leave your self esteem where the f**king sinkhole is
Out of my circuits

Red rum, red rum
Platinum in the grip tho, brown fro
Little did he know so, a***ytical
Little did he know he got the city full of grounded
Everytime he takes a breath his body get's so sounded
Now I've got issues, my brain start's resetting
I'm sacrificed tissue,I'm nothing but branding
My eyes they roll back, as the brew enter gullet
I cut off to shorten, I'm just like a mullet
Red rum, red rum
Peirce my polished skin
Make me just regret
Bow to me, repent