CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Boiler Room
Devereaux
Huh, ay, hold up, yuh, let's go
Fat chance you'll be leaving here without an ambulance
Tap dance all over your face, it's hilarious
Last chance, what you 'bout to do with your scary a**
Lap dance, b*t*hes in the tomb when they bury us
You wanna murder me? B*t*h have you heard of me?
I wanna stomp your f**kin' face 'til you need surgery
B*t*h I'm cracked out, I'll never back down
Psychopathic murderer, Gizmo goes black out
Scrape everything up off your face, like the skin up off a grape
Now you're ready for display, burn that body up
Ay, everything in disarray, bring that f**king sh*t to me
Anybody wanna play, burn that body up
Bring it to me level, got that tea up on that kettle, uh
Sippin' like a villain, spillin' blood like I'm a riddle, uh
I just came back with some racks and threw that in my dental, uh
Sh*t it on the mic with number two and not no pencil, uh
All in that paint like Maaco, huh
Stay strapped up like Waco, huh
Wondering where did my day go, huh
Lose a lot of time when you're psycho, huh
I bought a butcher knife right out of Meijer's
I'm starting to feel like I'm Michael, huh
You couldn't handle the agony
Actually happening under my smile, uh
Scrape everything up off your face, like the skin up off a grape
Now you're ready for display, burn that body up
Ay, everything in disarray, bring that f**king sh*t to me
Anybody wanna play, burn that body up
Burn that f**king body, you don't get a hearse (No)
Chop you like karate, body parts in dirt
Gizmo Ouija Macc b*t*h we back like we birth
F**ked you up so bad you can't walk and speak no words
Stomp on your head 'til it hurts
Blood on my hands and on my shirt
Clean out your pores like it's a curse
Knock on your door, b*t*h you get murked *gunshot*
Scrape everything up off your face, like the skin up off a grape
Now you're ready for display, burn that body up
Ay, everything in disarray, bring that f**king sh*t to me
Anybody wanna play, burn that body up
Fat chance you'll be leaving here without an ambulance
Tap dance all over your face, it's hilarious
Last chance, what you 'bout to do with your scary a**
Lap dance, b*t*hes in the tomb when they bury us
You wanna murder me? B*t*h have you heard of me?
I wanna stomp your f**kin' face 'til you need surgery
B*t*h I'm cracked out, I'll never back down
Psychopathic murderer, Gizmo goes black out
Huh, ay, hold up, yuh, let's go
Fat chance you'll be leaving here without an ambulance
Tap dance all over your face, it's hilarious
Last chance, what you 'bout to do with your scary a**
Lap dance, b*t*hes in the tomb when they bury us
You wanna murder me? B*t*h have you heard of me?
I wanna stomp your f**kin' face 'til you need surgery
B*t*h I'm cracked out, I'll never back down
Psychopathic murderer, Gizmo goes black out
Scrape everything up off your face, like the skin up off a grape
Now you're ready for display, burn that body up
Ay, everything in disarray, bring that f**king sh*t to me
Anybody wanna play, burn that body up
Bring it to me level, got that tea up on that kettle, uh
Sippin' like a villain, spillin' blood like I'm a riddle, uh
I just came back with some racks and threw that in my dental, uh
Sh*t it on the mic with number two and not no pencil, uh
All in that paint like Maaco, huh
Stay strapped up like Waco, huh
Wondering where did my day go, huh
Lose a lot of time when you're psycho, huh
I bought a butcher knife right out of Meijer's
I'm starting to feel like I'm Michael, huh
You couldn't handle the agony
Actually happening under my smile, uh
Scrape everything up off your face, like the skin up off a grape
Now you're ready for display, burn that body up
Ay, everything in disarray, bring that f**king sh*t to me
Anybody wanna play, burn that body up
Burn that f**king body, you don't get a hearse (No)
Chop you like karate, body parts in dirt
Gizmo Ouija Macc b*t*h we back like we birth
F**ked you up so bad you can't walk and speak no words
Stomp on your head 'til it hurts
Blood on my hands and on my shirt
Clean out your pores like it's a curse
Knock on your door, b*t*h you get murked *gunshot*
Scrape everything up off your face, like the skin up off a grape
Now you're ready for display, burn that body up
Ay, everything in disarray, bring that f**king sh*t to me
Anybody wanna play, burn that body up
Fat chance you'll be leaving here without an ambulance
Tap dance all over your face, it's hilarious
Last chance, what you 'bout to do with your scary a**
Lap dance, b*t*hes in the tomb when they bury us
You wanna murder me? B*t*h have you heard of me?
I wanna stomp your f**kin' face 'til you need surgery
B*t*h I'm cracked out, I'll never back down
Psychopathic murderer, Gizmo goes black out
