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Dopesick

Goretex

01.01.2003

7

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Tekst piosenki
(Necro) Hey yo Gore why you foul and carry bombs on your seat? (Goretex) Fuck the world I'm all about cash you are what you eat (Necro) Why you pop so many pills when you carryin' heat? (Goretex) So the effects in 3d when I splatter your beak (Goretex) I use your moms for drug runs in your pops truck Chopped up 2 in the belly smellin' like rock She tried to cook it up The most depraved you playin' toast to a pope with AID's Permanent fades the surgical ones murderous ones Made you a zombie syringe in your cap and your froze You came in the lab and got turned down like Natalie Cole The massacre works for traffic and dirt the capital squirts Yall needs some agents cats is really actors at birth The glenwood anthem nappy style cracked in the knees 20 deep stayin' thugged out like Reggae hot beats Cause yall some brokest rockin' tight suits and gloves And you got bitch tits bigger then Bob from Fight Club Get knifed up your whole life's done media chance Ziti in clamps show money key in advance Gore's back for more now you got a reason to dance Faggots head cap be turned out to candy ass yaps Chorus x2 (Goretex) I'm like the new Belushi thick sluts to young groupies Knew this white bitch who used to smoke crack and loved roofies Stuck a fork in her pumpin' Manowar restraining order Stalkin' Mandy Moore grammy style hit when I came off the tour Some Amyl nitrates we call em poppers for short Rehab for quitters ballin' ain't no stoppin' the sport Rock the advance I cop the whore house in the loose figarp With narcoleps and tourettes bitches like Deuce Biggelow Off flavor contortions daughters and mothers orphans From here to Portland morphine shots to teen abortions Gore's law get checked in the sonogram Certified specialized in the perks of mammograms Run up in your mansion organized like we the Manson's My life's a snuff flick cut in with thug and drug anthems Get your wig pushed back hair plugs like Ted Danson Some uptown rush for dust blunts and fresh Branson Blow off your shit holdin' your clit panties pissed Confused cats tuck it under eager to switch Beavers to stitch the secret you the tranny rapper pile ya bitch Seein' your whole click sewin' ya lips Chorus x2
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