CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Misery
“Be my victim”
The wordsmith with absurd gifts
I used to serve bricks, now I get paid when these words flip
This thing I love that started from the mud making nerds rich
It’s academic, but when rap invented this word snitch, we deserve this
It’s worthless, put pain on your browser so when you search this
The earth shift, the kiss of death, here’s the reaper to flirt with
I need [] to verse with, I put out hits and leave when the hearse split
Gеt put out quick and heaved in the dirt ditch
Yеah, I can see you ain’t worth sh*t
Paid in full, still can’t believe when they murked Mitch
I’m ice cold, could never be sunny reading the first script
Your wife froze, refusing to see you bleed when the nurse stitched
Yeah, you f**k with me, you’re already screwed
A deadly dude, ain’t feeling you n***as, just think of Terry Crews
A petty dude, I shoot for the stars, whoever said he’d lose
I bet he bruised, an eye for an eye, that’s how this fetti move
It’s war, n***a, best believe that it’s war, n***a
Got your kids all tied up, I even the score, n***a
You don’t believe me, then draw, n***a
Started from the bottom, I got conceived on the floor, n***a
Pause n***a, washing these sins away when I pour liquor
Poor n***a, eating cheese sandwiches on the porch, n***a
Randy Nichols, that’s Candyman
You’re like Samuel playing Steven, slaving in Candyland
The wordsmith with absurd gifts
I used to serve bricks, now I get paid when these words flip
This thing I love that started from the mud making nerds rich
It’s academic, but when rap invented this word snitch, we deserve this
It’s worthless, put pain on your browser so when you search this
The earth shift, the kiss of death, here’s the reaper to flirt with
I need [] to verse with, I put out hits and leave when the hearse split
Gеt put out quick and heaved in the dirt ditch
Yеah, I can see you ain’t worth sh*t
Paid in full, still can’t believe when they murked Mitch
I’m ice cold, could never be sunny reading the first script
Your wife froze, refusing to see you bleed when the nurse stitched
Yeah, you f**k with me, you’re already screwed
A deadly dude, ain’t feeling you n***as, just think of Terry Crews
A petty dude, I shoot for the stars, whoever said he’d lose
I bet he bruised, an eye for an eye, that’s how this fetti move
It’s war, n***a, best believe that it’s war, n***a
Got your kids all tied up, I even the score, n***a
You don’t believe me, then draw, n***a
Started from the bottom, I got conceived on the floor, n***a
Pause n***a, washing these sins away when I pour liquor
Poor n***a, eating cheese sandwiches on the porch, n***a
Randy Nichols, that’s Candyman
You’re like Samuel playing Steven, slaving in Candyland
