CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : TORMENT
It’s that pshychopathic lunatic
Get the f**k up off my d**k
All you sh*tty rappers, don’t hit me up
Cause you sound like sh*t
Mothaf**kas better watch their mothaf**kin tone
When you come around me, I’m quick to trip just to let you know
Aye
I pull the nade making b*t*hes into marinade
I’m going hard in the paint shooting up the game
Pow
I’m with the gang so just let ‘em know
I grip the 44. ready to pull it back unload
f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k with me
Damn, I’m dropping bodies for the f**k of it
Markin' your tombstone
You don’t know the lingo
I’m doc holiday and i’m lookin for Johnny Ringo
Now you know
f**k your feelings it’s your time to go
Tell’em hell is comin, i’m bringin the devil from below
It’s not what you want it’s what you f**kin need
UAV will never stop cause we got mouths to feed
f**k you mean you wanna die?
b*t*h don’t come to me
If you still alive SCHIZO is the one that’s holdin on your deed
I’d rather be awake than f**ken act
Asleep
If you sheep, my staffs up so come follow me
And if I’m not myself, I will not comply
But all you b*t*hes wanna do is live a f**ken lie
Keep it simple, im a schizo
I'm a artist with the blade
I go mental, rip yo skin off
I go killa for the gang
I'm an animal, ill eat you like a cannibal
Ill take your f**kin guts and cut it up like i was Hannibal
I like your face I think ill take it rip it off of you
To cause you pain I use the tools that all the surgeons use
Stripped away my sanity Polluted thoughts of genocide
Mind is wicked twisted f**kin feelins all desensitized
I don't feel emotion i get kicks from necks nooses
Puttin' x’s on the hit list and decapitate the wounded
Never find the evidence cuz I just mopped up
Cut the bodies into pieces just to stack 'em in my trunk
Get the f**k up off my d**k
All you sh*tty rappers, don’t hit me up
Cause you sound like sh*t
Mothaf**kas better watch their mothaf**kin tone
When you come around me, I’m quick to trip just to let you know
Aye
I pull the nade making b*t*hes into marinade
I’m going hard in the paint shooting up the game
Pow
I’m with the gang so just let ‘em know
I grip the 44. ready to pull it back unload
f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k with me
Damn, I’m dropping bodies for the f**k of it
Markin' your tombstone
You don’t know the lingo
I’m doc holiday and i’m lookin for Johnny Ringo
Now you know
f**k your feelings it’s your time to go
Tell’em hell is comin, i’m bringin the devil from below
It’s not what you want it’s what you f**kin need
UAV will never stop cause we got mouths to feed
f**k you mean you wanna die?
b*t*h don’t come to me
If you still alive SCHIZO is the one that’s holdin on your deed
I’d rather be awake than f**ken act
Asleep
If you sheep, my staffs up so come follow me
And if I’m not myself, I will not comply
But all you b*t*hes wanna do is live a f**ken lie
Keep it simple, im a schizo
I'm a artist with the blade
I go mental, rip yo skin off
I go killa for the gang
I'm an animal, ill eat you like a cannibal
Ill take your f**kin guts and cut it up like i was Hannibal
I like your face I think ill take it rip it off of you
To cause you pain I use the tools that all the surgeons use
Stripped away my sanity Polluted thoughts of genocide
Mind is wicked twisted f**kin feelins all desensitized
I don't feel emotion i get kicks from necks nooses
Puttin' x’s on the hit list and decapitate the wounded
Never find the evidence cuz I just mopped up
Cut the bodies into pieces just to stack 'em in my trunk
