Casper - Homocide - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.01.2003

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Rap,Deutscher Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Part 1] Lesson number one: I'm fresher than all MCs combined Number two: your shit's doubtful like surviving in a field full of mines Damn right, walk up in your venue passively(?) millenium Vietnam During the last time at your high school prom Freshman hunting season take him rather the broadcast Get your smart ass off, swallin' a gallon of car gas My car smashed a tree, her rover landed in mud Imagine this, I wrote this lyrics with the last drips of my blood There is something drooling under the bed, grabbing for legs, bloodshed It's going down baby, the comic wallpapers now blood red It's sunset - a lounge surrounded by nymphomaniac lesbians Act a fool, clap around, get crazy, drunk to the fest again Act a fool mo'fucker - get skin-stripped alive A hydra beast compared to me is like a cake versus a knife Never try to teach your pitbull new tricks I get psyched up like Kubrick whoop your ass like kung-fu-flicks [Hook] Slip your throat, slit your wrist, kill your wife, bumping this And your life follows it, this is it: homocide Slip your throat, slit your wrist, let your kids bumping this And your life follows it, this is it: homocide H-o-m-o-c-i-d-e H-o-m-o-c-i-d-e [Part 2] Never seem to win less hits in a trailblazer Written in sages, rap so sharp I piss razors Alright, bitch, take one (?), get one free My style's unlimited like Eckowear, hot like Beyonce Join the hardest pool contest (?) anyday I led a porn with midgets, nonsense, but cool anyway Non-metaphorical strictly in your face shit -(?) The composition which I blasted Tasted like blood, divine intervention Intentions that killed humanity, the H bomb was my invention Clumsy enter the house, left a segment(?) Don’t know why it always seemed to get in fights with pregnant women Steady sitting, celebrate partys on jewish graveyards Save (?) for funerals to die for my shit like Braveheart [Hook] [Part 3] Known criminal in dark years, one hundred thirty three Murder me and certainly return for facial surgery Tracks like shotgun, blow your brain and spurt all over Too much soda, run over rap like a bulldozer Never stop talking, worse than a bartender (?) propaganda dressed up as a mall santa Pretend a heart attack-fake, then blow shit up with a fake device Devilish evil, for sex I get beat up by naked dikes Hitchhike, forbid a rhyme, cause silence Snuck into a police bus, slit his throat and stole his driver's license (drivers licence, drivers licence, drivers licence...) [Scratches]
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