Lyrics:
keep a pair of pliers on me
Keep it on me
Yeah your brother had a due date
He expired homie
Sorry brodie
You don't like how the game work
Come and fire
lemme use they pigs
Pair of pliers pick your teeth, now you looking like shit
From the sticks, make our own fun there is none
When the boredom hit, drugs
multiply it
Sticking with the facts don't get it twisted like a pair of pliers
Having motion such a liar
Nigga washed his flow retired
Talking and I walk it
me
They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains drifter
Pulled over to the river, to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers pulled a bullet
me
They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains drifter
Pulled over to the river, to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers pulled a bullet
pressed my nose right up against the glass
You know, I had to be first in line
Gonna get me a flashlight and a broom
Want a pair of pliers for every
all healing, but my heart never will
You set my house on fire
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers
Oh, you think I'm ugly
all healing, but my heart never will
You set my house on fire
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers
Oh, you think I'm ugly
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always starting fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, heard she fixes old
always starting fires
You're grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers
You have no desires,
always starting fires
For you grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers
You have no desires,
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
to pieces
Some home made shine made my vision blur
And I carelessly tied up a pair of spurs
Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I pick Cortez up off
and a rusty pair of pliers
I flag a taxi down and ride
On back to my hotel
Things may change in heaven but
They'd never change in hell
They say you can't go
the sweetest pussy there again
Put a pair of pliers on it, black a nigga down, eh
I found love in the third power
I found love in the third power
I found
gigantic crater
An armchair calls to you
Yeah, this armchair calls to you
And it says that someday we'll get back at them all
With epoxy and a pair
A pair of pliers is a great tool indeed.
To grab and turn things it's the tool that you need.
Just be careful how you use ‘em,
Or your fingers, you
A pair of pliers is a great tool indeed.
To grab and turn things it's the tool that you need.
Just be careful how you use ‘em,
Or your fingers, you
the jealousy
Say I got a swagger like a nigga from the '70's
I took you out of Conquer Hill and moved you up in Beverly's
I squeeze that ass like a pair
the terrorized
We retaliate, stay inside, ain't nowhere to hide
We'll be waiting with a pair of pliers, take your teeth, repairing mine
For every time you tried
someone
Punch someone in the head if ya like the groove
Call everyone a cunt
(Youre a cunt, cunt)
Now
Go outside
Choose a bush
And find a pair of pliers
the motherfucking giant?
The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the Lycan
The vampire taking over empires
The game was a tooth, I'm a fucking pair of pliers
We gon' do
eyeballs out with a pair of pliers so you'll see what I mean
No club lone wolf, Awoooooooooow!
No club lone wolf, Awoooooooooow!
No club lone wolf,
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