CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : English Breakfast

Yeah, yeah
War is a medium
Yeah

Moments of brilliance, stuck in genocide
I get higher than civilians
Due diligence, old Jewish syndicate
Ooze in the fast lane, doobies in the ashtray
Yeah, my brother's name is my last name
Everybody half-black and they half-gay
Uh, gla** case, stones throw
And that's mace by pro bono, whoa
The words is meaningless, immature deviant
Disobedient, I'm never trusting the comedian
The white man is the medium to media company
All I need is some company
I'm a genius, who want it with me?
I really am outrageous
I can see the smiles on the crowd's faces
And I'm a motherf**ker
Cocaine white, yeah, the G-Wagon custard
Whodunnit? It wasn't Colonel Mustard
Floor like a Marlin
War is a joke, I'm a ghost, George Carlin
*B***on click* That was easy
*B***on click* That was easy
*B***on click* That was easy
*B***on click* That was easy
*B***on click* That was easy
*B***on click* That was easy
*B***on click* That was easy

I once was a black man
Pu**y got me wasted, I'm in love with a trash can
Playing tennis with ya' if the corner's on the backhand
Player in a sailor hat, I'm the captain
Alcoholic cabdriver, sipping on a fat tire
Gather 'round the campfire
Yeah, and word to Madlib
That's a rose burned to ashes