Lyrics:
the Nolia (Shawty, she been)
She got a Benz coupe with a Jeep
She might affect you when you speak
She got a gimp suit, it's for me
I don't pretend to,
Now I'm gonna blast them in the head,
Till they're dead with my magnum lyrics.
Might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp,
On the strength 'cause I know
flip, my grip is sick
I hit I sit, get up in there
Buggalo shrimp I'm a jump the gimp
The ladies simply can't get enough wimp
I walk in two step two step
He got dowager's hump, he got a gimp
He been walking this beat, you little punk
While you were still swimming in your daddy's balls
Got
to splinters
In a winter wasteland
Icicle-bound barren township
Call barren moon childs and proud gimps to clinch this chemical war pig
Delinquent sinkin'
Sex was tighter than a leather outfit on a gimp
Was our feelins supposed to disappear the minute we kept, lost
Started out on a good foot then we
height for the barn when the spot light swivel hard right over the farm. Post up. 3 cheers for the gimp sprint, thank you. Limp to the door, splint what he
and disillusion
Unlock the box and gimp in pain
Summon the demons of darkness
Evil Gods that fast with flesh
Prepare me for the dead
Release me from the angels
dressed up and comb the thatcher
The gimp and grace of an honest thief
You wheeze chice and leave it with me
Packets sham that you're corn beef
Pipe
to show you
The gimp shall get to know you motherfucking biblically
It's bound in human leather
Desensitized, its sanity weathered
To the wall your arms
ivory of my leper eyes
Tone of sighs off nylon lips
Where you runnin' now?
In fishnet wet guise of gimp horizon slit
Bled like my wrist I suck it dry
in eyes
You can't see squirrels/swirls? in your poison
I'm here again
I'm alone again, I'm talking again
And wanting
I saw the gimp girl today,
to nose-bleeders
Like I shoot shit with gimps
No response, losem' once
Incoming second attempt
To be real, I just shoot 'em up (just shoot 'em up)
Them clueless
and disillusion
Unlock the box and gimp in pain
Summon the demons
like I'm Gianni Versace
But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had sat out for
Every gym class due to his
caught up in my rapture ??? got you like a groupie
gimp but you ain't getting inside ride with me
oh no floss of my dough floss me on your arm
boo I
Luxury gimps, notice we subtly limp
Suddenly thuggery isn't so dense
A summary tense, a bloody event, nobody repent
My buddy I'm bent, my grumpy lament, no
for pussy little boy you a simp
You taking that dick like you is a gimp
Lick on the booty you giving him rim
Dior on my body but little bitch I'm not
bullshit, yo I swear you live for the drama
You don't trust me with the homies, we focused on getting commas
You tryna put me in a gimp suit, I'm just tryna
hip it make me limp
Twist a nigga up just like some gimp
Yeah my daddy was a pimp
So I had to represent
Fucking bitches in the whip
Drag my nuts
I dont like to beef
So its best that we keep them 40's round me
I cant have no pick, cant fold like gimp
Gotta stay on my shit , cause that paper
lyrical ability is mad and that's facts
You're a gimp and you know that's that
Ankle swingers everyday no cap
How the fuck can you wear that shit?
You've
Smither
When I'm with you I wither
No soap radio, stereo?
Down-B gimps ain't fair you know
Bendan Smither
I just wanna miss
Everything you do... tonight
Fuck-boys and junkies and gimps
A wave of death, to clean up shit
No escape, your skull shall be split
Supercharged, death machine
A symbol of annihilation
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