Bad Taste

[Skits Vicious] Is this the real life? Or is it fantasy? I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Easy come, easy go Little high, little low Cutting at style of this machete flow We about to blow like somebody left the gas on Killed the front row, with the GoPro strapped on Bad Taste got my tongue numb, rap guns [?] rappers' in the cage, get the stun guns It's time to separate the "a" from the cobbers Let her face, sicker than the case of [?] You don't know you will never ever Stick my tongue out, Bad Taste, facts state [Dopey Rotten] Thinks me I'm a [?] You might find this graceful Pins dolls Voodoo We always keep it tasteful Johnny shops raging balls, bound easy break through Think you sick as fuck but all you got is a coming flu Hell yeah, after go through you can come join us Everybody does at the end, that's a spoiler Every film destroyer, I'm coming right for you You should've known death is right around the corner Now here we go again, rap knows better Always stuck together, it's still "rain of terror" It's not a cup of tea, it's whatever (whatever) So fuck what you think, I have bad taste forever [Jay Reaper] [?] [?] for your mother My energy, your drinks, Mary Jane's my lover Came [?] your brain The pain face mother Niggas up in my lane Now maintain cover, yeah I'm comin with them [?] Extras for my [?] Popping next some rust So that bitch would help [?] neckless Yeah, I'm disrespected Your niggas getting tested All that money you invested I resetted in a second I just co-co, little breast [?], without taste [?], getting place Then we dope-dope everyday Just like [?] let it rain In this game, I know you are disbelieve us This shit, ah Piss and breathing [Nitro] Puoi chiamarmi Paranoid Parla Freud nei mattatoi Basta una barra boy e ti salta la faccia come in Arkanoid Del senno di poi son piene le fosse Starei meglio forse se nelle fosse ci foste voi Cosa cazzo vuoi, tu e la tua crew, di non so chi? Faccio bù e ti accorcio il film e piangi più che in Dawson Creek Sto coi Dope D.O.D., wigga flow you talk shit I'm the black sheep who can't kill the wolf of Wall Street Sayonara, truce come Mario Bava Fanno a gara mentre cambio bara Ti abbraccio poi salto in aria La vita è amara, quindi impara a far la lucha o muori La mia penna spara e ammazza, Mara Salvatrucha homie La tua salma cuoce in acqua calda dentro un boiler Conosciamo la tua fine atroce senza spoiler You disappoint the way I got my crew back I keep my bad taste cause been ugly is the new black Questa vita è splatter, Peter Jackson bad taste La mia banda suona l'hardcore, Machete bad brains Phyl The Payne