[Tame One] My medulla oblongata's too proper for rhyming stupid But embalmeing fluid life's got drama to it Unusual pharmaceutical dip is a trip if you have the patience If you go nuts dust is your travel agent The bom-bom-monster of my genre Swimming in purple rain Minnetonka My lungs are rap practically bonkers Like Yonkers I got locks All you need is a jay, styles and loops like busdrop for this Bad Boy to Ruff Ryde Deny the novice is obvious recognition If you can't stand the leak get out the kitchen Consider me different, usual suspect for missing equipment Look forward to what I record for your shipments I black out in an instance, off two point three seconds Confessing that the nine at my waste ain't no measurement Approach with caution, the leak brother addict with habits forming So cheer to star at the end of the bar like my name was Norman
[Hook] Old man on the floor, robbed and bludgeoned His breath, running out he's like "Gimmesumdeath" Child with a gunshot wound to the chest Laying on a operating table like "Gimmesumdeath" And a whole club of people drinking, scheming on flesh Get blown out of the building thinking "Gimmesumdeath" In my own endevours I'm not right I'm what's left And if that passion burns out then "Gimmesumdeath"
[Cage] Churchbells ringing, I'm only six My foot on my dads chest, I'm pulling his tourniquet back to fix this My skull pops out of its shell, I'm stable Circulation's cut off from the jump rope tied to the coffee table Something's pulling me, nylon cuts through my baby ankle And it pops off, I'm sucked to the wall at lightspeed being strangled With angel hair I'm dangled over The edge of the universe is a razor blade I'm longing for closure Decode and implode her with her own psychosis And embrace her odor, I fold her over and over Till she fits in the slits in my shoulder Then pull her out and hold her a bloody baby in my palm growing colder I'm out of my head, I'd rather be dead, just splatter me red All over the wall then gather my friends Throw a stone in my face and leave some flowers Follow me, walk away or laugh for hours and hours
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[Tame One] Alter reality practically form brainstorms on songs Bubble like my wet chunked on Upon lift off, the fumes I'm giving off choke throats on both coast Until all of the bom-bom gone When something go wrong With whole songs dedicated to medicated faded intoxicated sedated goings on Head strong, dead wrong Experimental generals out of the boomsquad, retarded after the jargon
[Cage] Welcome to Waterworld, pull the covergirl over my face Chuck on draw then walk away from this place It's cinematic, irrational, tragic magic You can smell a fresh bag of wet pulling the CD out the package This whole planet of shit, I love this horrible nation Escape another nine-to-five with leakie glorification Ex-patient, rather puff purple stuff and stay mental To the next dip sea, all of hell love Cage Kennylz
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
