CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : SCORCHED
$TRANDED
You're a goner
This choppa gonna bang, it take your exhale
And you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails
Sniper really on yo' head like some pigtails (Yeah)
Sniper really leave him dead, he get blicked there
Watch my mental fade to gray, hate myself, I’m not okay
Got a pistol in my right, in the left, I got a shank
And he talkin' all online like I don’t know where he stay (Yeah)
If he really got a problem, make his shouldеr dislocate (Yeah)
We lеave him stranded
We gon' cut his arms off, bro gon' need a bandage
I’ma leave him paralyzed, ho, I cannot stand him
Lock on aim like a tattoo, ho, we got him branded
All I’m feelin' is the jet lag, ho, I just landed
I’m inside of your place, cut the power
We make his body drop dead, Twin Towers
Sticks on me, got sticks on me, you’ll meet your final hours
Glick on me, there’s 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers
Body scorched, yeah, I’ma leave 'em torched, yeah, yeah
Sight distort, yeah, blood spill out in quarts
Show you to my basement, I’ma take you on a tour
Blade up to your throat, I know it hurts, I’m wanting more
Dumb ho, what you want though? I can be your final breath, ugh
Pu**y you a rookie, I can smoke you like some meth, ugh
Switch up like a ta**el, your sh*t stink just like an a**hole
Suck me up like it a blackhole, she can fit like all my length, ugh
Been with the sh*t so long, got me toxic
You don’t got the key, lil' b*t*h need a lock pick
Smoking on cat p*ss, you got that dog sh*t
Knocking on your backdoor, b*t*h, you better lock it
I gave her D, so she call me, "Professor"
I’m like a diamond, I’m good under pressure
B*t*h, I’m a God, so I’m changing the weather
Hop in the pit, I’m still wearing a sweater
Watch my mental fade to gray, hate myself, I’m not okay
Got a pistol in my right, in the left, I got a shank
And he talkin' all online like I don’t know where he stay (Yeah)
If he really got a problem, make his shoulder dislocate (Dislocate)
I be in my element
If he talkin' down, he gettin' shot to sediments
It's okay that you let me, oh better yet, there's another person that plays dead
Recoil when you look at my shotgun
Where you at? Gettin' whipped like a old guy
Oh my God, my body is burnin'
My IQ growin' and growin'
I'm getting sick of everything that you do
Two blades, put them both right through
Stay away, b*t*h, this ain't the zoo
Jump on his neck 'til his face turn blue
I'm getting sick of everything that you do
Two blades, put them both right through
Stay away, b*t*h, this ain't the zoo
Jump on his neck 'til his face turn blue
Stop, don't look
Trig-, trigger warning, I've open up his cavity
Eating from his skull in hopes to comprehend his foolish movements
No improvements, such a waste
No surprise, it got a weak a** taste
No surprise, he a left out take
No surprise, he didn't sooth my crave
You won't escape your-, your fate
No, you won't escape your fate
You won't escape your-, your fate
No, you won't escape your fate
You won't escape your-, your fate
No, you won't escape your fate
You're a goner
This choppa gonna bang, it take your exhale
And you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails
Sniper really on yo' head like some pigtails (Yeah)
Sniper really leave him dead, he get blicked there
Watch my mental fade to gray, hate myself, I’m not okay
Got a pistol in my right, in the left, I got a shank
And he talkin' all online like I don’t know where he stay (Yeah)
If he really got a problem, make his shouldеr dislocate (Yeah)
We lеave him stranded
We gon' cut his arms off, bro gon' need a bandage
I’ma leave him paralyzed, ho, I cannot stand him
Lock on aim like a tattoo, ho, we got him branded
All I’m feelin' is the jet lag, ho, I just landed
I’m inside of your place, cut the power
We make his body drop dead, Twin Towers
Sticks on me, got sticks on me, you’ll meet your final hours
Glick on me, there’s 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers
Body scorched, yeah, I’ma leave 'em torched, yeah, yeah
Sight distort, yeah, blood spill out in quarts
Show you to my basement, I’ma take you on a tour
Blade up to your throat, I know it hurts, I’m wanting more
Dumb ho, what you want though? I can be your final breath, ugh
Pu**y you a rookie, I can smoke you like some meth, ugh
Switch up like a ta**el, your sh*t stink just like an a**hole
Suck me up like it a blackhole, she can fit like all my length, ugh
Been with the sh*t so long, got me toxic
You don’t got the key, lil' b*t*h need a lock pick
Smoking on cat p*ss, you got that dog sh*t
Knocking on your backdoor, b*t*h, you better lock it
I gave her D, so she call me, "Professor"
I’m like a diamond, I’m good under pressure
B*t*h, I’m a God, so I’m changing the weather
Hop in the pit, I’m still wearing a sweater
Watch my mental fade to gray, hate myself, I’m not okay
Got a pistol in my right, in the left, I got a shank
And he talkin' all online like I don’t know where he stay (Yeah)
If he really got a problem, make his shoulder dislocate (Dislocate)
I be in my element
If he talkin' down, he gettin' shot to sediments
It's okay that you let me, oh better yet, there's another person that plays dead
Recoil when you look at my shotgun
Where you at? Gettin' whipped like a old guy
Oh my God, my body is burnin'
My IQ growin' and growin'
I'm getting sick of everything that you do
Two blades, put them both right through
Stay away, b*t*h, this ain't the zoo
Jump on his neck 'til his face turn blue
I'm getting sick of everything that you do
Two blades, put them both right through
Stay away, b*t*h, this ain't the zoo
Jump on his neck 'til his face turn blue
Stop, don't look
Trig-, trigger warning, I've open up his cavity
Eating from his skull in hopes to comprehend his foolish movements
No improvements, such a waste
No surprise, it got a weak a** taste
No surprise, he a left out take
No surprise, he didn't sooth my crave
You won't escape your-, your fate
No, you won't escape your fate
You won't escape your-, your fate
No, you won't escape your fate
You won't escape your-, your fate
No, you won't escape your fate
