CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : SKELETON PHONK

It's the Reddy with the DID, the skeleton in cupboards
I could make you f**king bleed for me, then murder all your brothers
I'm a f**king paramedic, 'bout to inject you with plague
If you knew what's in my thinking, then you'd jump out of a plane
I keep talking with them demons every motherf**king night
That keep telling me what people I should kill and then ignite
No, b*t*h, I can never disobey or they could f**king bite
b*t*h, I'm fading in the cellar, I'm not conscious in this fight
When I'm tripping on a DMT, my skin is out of rubber
Drinking every type of booze, I be that f**king liquor lover
b*t*h, I used to have a bully, then I f**ked his stupid mother
Ill and twisted in the bone, you phoney b*t*h, I'm like no other

I'm strapped up, n***a, f**k a gun law
n***a, f**k a gun law, n***a, f**k a gun law
I'm strapped up, n***a, f**k a gun law
n***a, f**k a gun law, n***a, f**k a gun law

I think I might kill someone, if I'm rapping it with that triplet
The sound of flame, I'm coughing up blood, you, b*t*hes, squeal like piglet
I'm filled with hate, I'm putting that scribbler in you back, I wiggle it
Oh, don't be saying a f**king word or next I'mma kill your sibling