Lyrics:
Now presenting
All the way from the dating scene
The headless torsos on some
All these headless torsos do
Is tap sup not much
Same man how are you
a flaming torso
I have been feeling out of the show
None of you nuisances even know
I'm the person that will have a girl to follow
She will be the one that
somethin O.V.E.R
Draw the left hand, Draw the right hand, Draw the pant legs
Get the shoes fam, Draw the torso, Get the face too
Hook around his neck...
Neck to the torso
Couldn't tell you her name
But the back's on gordo
Gostoso
Pide que le de el coso
Sweat drip down
Neck to the torso
Couldn't tell you
With an arm
Across the
Torso
Face on
The nails
With an arm
Across the
Torso
Face on
The pale
Monkey
Nails
"Touching the
Shattered lives
It unearths
es mental
Tiene cara linda, culo gordo
Se mueve bien sabe usar bien el torso
Yo la elevé cuando llego hasta el fondo
Voy de camino y la
Formless
Formless
Formless
Formless
Formless
Formless
Formless
Formless
No arms
No legs
No torso
No head
Formless
Formless
No arms
No legs
Torso
la voz
Ahora alzo la voz
(Oigan bien) Los que se me hacen los sordos
(Seguiré) Con la guitarra en el torso
Tocaré hasta que no haya un mañana
Desde el
the pain, that's
Why they're calling you torso boy
Why they're calling you torso boy
Why they're calling you torso boy (Stupid bastard)
Why they're calling
culo gordo
Se mueve bien, sabe usar bien el torso
Yo la elevé cuando llegó hasta el fondo
Voy de camino y la bellaquera a bordo
Cara linda, culo
till min balkong
Där sitter jag med en kaffe i min hand
förälskad i mitt Skåneland
190 meter upp i Turning torso
där ser man ganska bra över Malmö stad
Kick in the door yo'
Without that four-four
It's just a knife in hand
They stab you in your torso
Another family stood around another grave
Night
Gucci. Versace. Digiorno
If it ain't designer you won't find it on my torso (shit shit ass)
Gucci fanny pack
Gucci fanny pack
(Fuck you)
Gucci
(Ooh, yeah)
Comb4t motherfucka, ah!
I'm a little bent like a horseshoe (Horseshoe)
Pull up in a van full of torsos (Torsos)
You don't want that smoke
the industry
My country sentenced me to death
Spray them as they lay
A torso and a leg
A child set a blaze
War is hell
Spray them as they lay
A torso and a leg
A first person, turned third person, turned omnipresent mod
An atheist who feels his dead relatives in the walls
Cause his torso's never heavy
And his
to go goddamn thund-in
I bring the got damn thunder in
Leave a big hole in your torso (uh)
Next to the hole in yo stomach (uh)
Y'all just whole bunch
to face the truth baby prolly should go run and hide
(HOOK)
We gon' be okay okay
We gon' be alright alright
Torso out the sunroof
Carpe diem fuck
Full force, no remorse
I'mma beat you like a dead horse, head/torso
Blick 'em with the .44, die slow
They be ducking on the down low
When I throw,
bludgeon your torso
Aim for the ribs
'Til they cave in
Foreplay with these four blades
Torn waist
Ripping you in half
I'm still to put you in more pain
Before i pebble this pack, meine runner alle top fit, kopfficks,
Wenn der zivi wieder pisstest will
Two three shots to his torso
Cold blooded hitman
Oh whoa
Come lay on my torso
Fuck no
Tell that nigga fuck no
Ima do ya right
Ima do ya right
Ima do it
Ima do ya right
Ima do ya right
Ima do it
Oh
A torso of flesh upon the throne
My limbless friend will die alone
A torso of flesh upon
The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy
The cure
through
Warzone
I got scars on my back
And my torso
Never found Edens Gate
It was a no-show
Pouring up Actavis
'Cause I'm a Wardog
And now I'm in my zone
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