I don’t need your help when I’m in a pickle you see myself as superficial I scream “to hell with all your psychoanalytical”
why else? cause this shit is cool These cats think I’m a snake to fool my whole fam, but I don’t obey the rules until I sail away into
The sewers, maneuver through caca Seducing to use cucarachas Proving the brine is the blood in my carcass moving their minds with my tongue when I’m talking
I’m mad when they ask if I’m salty the fact is the pack’s ratting on me no it’s not magic, it’s simple biology Massacre rats when I build me a body)
I’m Pickle Rick yes I’m very sick I don’t need a therapist I kill em all like terrorists
yeah I’m Pickle Rick I don’t care for kids Tell me where’s the exit or I’m puttin holes in parents
I bust in, they shootin and hunting a nuisance I’m runnin from bullets and jump to conclusions it’s cause I’m intruding got to cover my wounds with the mustard, these humans are so dumb and stupid they come to my ruses they love execution I must be the rudest Destruction and ruin With no luck, it’s useless I’m killin this Russian collusion
got to get that parkour Solenya slaughters like Darfur with a battery like a Galaxy smartphone till the Jaguar spars with the armed force
Start to wonder “what the hell have we fought for?” while his daughter was caught behind locked doors now the boss bout to get another encore Neither money or power could ever stop the war
they know that I’m a big dill not kosher when these pigs squeal I flow like blood will get spilled leave a sour taste so your lips seal
my vinegars got to stay trill A jerk of a gherk if you ain’t chill and if you weren’t sure bout my name still…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
