Death The Kid, you know how it is. Hate to dismiss any mistake. If it ain't right then you must be kidding. Joke is mislead because you're now slipping.
Oblique mind, then I give a fix. Simply blast it, it ain't a trick. Just one click, then the second click. Rest is, oh my goodness, you're history.
It ain't a mystery to entry, just that I'm not so intrigued. Don't get it wrong son, I'm a sweet treat. Bang bang bang bang, have a nice dream.
If it ain't proper, it's incomplete. Making me shiver because you're lacking heat. Stop taking chances, it's real steep. I now watch when you sleep, 'cause my (guns) creep.
Not enough for me to satisfy. Any mistakes, let's clarify. Let's post it on the classified. Find the bad and boom, bye-bye.
Do it together with my entourage. Placing you head in the back of garage. Have a little sale and sell you cheap. So please get out, you're out of my league, you know.
You still don't understand the range that you stay in. I ain't playin. No more trading, losing it, it ain't easy to get back. You know what I'm saying. Hit your case with a big back slap. Click the gat and go *blat blat blat*. Everything I touch will go platinum. Somehow people around me clappin' it, yep.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
