LoDeck - Giants - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

14.09.2014

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Tekst piosenki
[Jak Tripper] I'm Crispin Glover with rodents hung in his space bag Remember I'm Theodore Bundy leaning on that rape van Getting numbers in a fake cast Selling killer buzzes to the teenage wasteland Veins clasp, serial numbers losing their weight class It's just a scene, we're all spinning machines and drug dreams by Maytag We write burden rum journals of the modern insane man Our rotted fallopian typewriters feed perversion and bang flags Strange gangland, my rebel's Indian Parliaments playing hangman Beige grants, we fire barrels like the homeless under bridges out in Graceland Eight cyborg like 8 Man or Eighth Man J23 lives on a fishing vessel off a burning mainland Rigging algae for the bait cast Rich rappers stay gassed Sick rappers stay mad [Hook - LoDeck] I kill them all with this They come and go enlist Infuse my all in this Can't deny my inventiveness Oh shit, so sick, so sick, oh shit [LoDeck] Step into this, what you call business Convict kindergarten And frequent mic visits daring me to handle this Holy scam like evangelist Converting 72 virgins Such a terrorist, please no cameras I wrote this misquoted paragraph when telegrams were still buzzing Getting head in Belvedere, my cock playing stunt husband I held it in til I thought Evelyn Lim Add another sin The phantom chime's anonymous organ notes I shine like J.P. Morgan's volts Amongst the dull and comatose Still kicking, blowing powder off wigs I blow minds like Lincoln Free thinking, free range chicken breast licking Shit's complex like repressed strippers I splash the money shot and write advice for the little tippers Transform the g-spot under a sycamore Do you remember Fuck a thrift shop, I'll spend my last 20 at a liquor store Then wake up groggy in a new Bugatti Tapping on some politician's whore Dude I'm so Illuminati Lifting the curtain to a devil's orgy I'm sure Picasso saw the exact same Knee deep in slime, can you make out my name Bitches make out at this party rocking Beliebers to the door of death Your battery's spent, go next I pass like Ervin Fuck your head up worse than Jordan in a Laker jersey I'm rarely heard like secret service thru the walkie-talkie When it all hits, intense bliss Asking who the fuck is this During your very first kiss, inventiveness [Hook]
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