Lyrics:
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Or will I fall into a black and fiery pit
Forever plagued by scorpions´ stings?
Cold fingers ´round my heart, so tight
Pain that stings like a poisonous
up my do'
Hit the Lowell Ho Stroll with a fat dough roll yo
Chillin' posted up on the block with my homies almost every day
Play by play make it my pay
up my do'
Hit the Lowell Ho Stroll with a fat dough roll yo
Chillin' posted up on the block with my homies almost every day
Play by play make it my pay
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
apart
I can't masturbate to the Blue Album or call my music art
Everybody in the world is only looking out for themselves
That's why they sell anarchy
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
one), I'm a scorpion
And I'll probably bite the bullet 'cause I live by the gun (what?)
Big heavy hitters, twnety-five to life bidders
Who just came
one), I'm a scorpion
And I'll probably bite the bullet 'cause I live by the gun (what?)
Big heavy hitters, twnety-five to life bidders
Who just came
A cross of wyvern and scorpion
With an honest human face
Whom you will ride to reach Malebolge
The evil ditches of the ten tiers
Shaped like
A cross of wyvern and scorpion
With an honest human face
Whom you will ride to reach Malebolge
The evil ditches of the ten tiers
Shaped like
Lava Pit
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Intro
How the fuck did you get in my castle
Chorus
Murder
spins
Each song I write is a "fuck you" to the haters
And they ain't getting saved by no caped crusaders
I ain't one to fool with none of you bitches
and I am The creature, did a whole album I Don't need a feature
This is my class and I am the teacher, This is my church and I am the Preacher
Hanging
your side
Bad thoughts reside
Painful stings I won't pretend
Scorpions don't bite
Still I'm no different
Although I stood by your side...
Held
of the scorpion, the sand and no gasoline
Break me away from this orbit
Stuck like the moon in the pull of gravity
Hell and heaven merging into me
By the pull
splitting shit, Scorpion finish it
Test my might when i motherfucking slip in it
Gunned by association, get your wig split
Magical wrist I flip it with
Watch me groove, Imma sing my blues
Ghetto in the way I talk
My auntie still give the God the glory
Shot by the book depository
Never heard one
cramped
Roll by late night, check the lamp
Sushi rolls my summer jam
I keep it fresh I use Saran
Plan my moves, the son of sam
Check mate don't bite
like that was not enough
Several times, Scorpion bite, always falling off the bike
Damn it men, i was almost killed
but one way or the other, God
Maan khero laavo leeje, mili nahi baaram-baar bichori jhaad nahi jaane, sarpho so ade
(If one doesn't even know how to cure scorpion bites, how would he
Maan khero laavo leeje, mili nahi baaram-baar bichori jhaad nahi jaane, sarpho so ade
(If one doesn't even know how to cure scorpion bites, how would he
won't stop 'till the fam is so proud
Look, I don't care what kinda warp he in
Just know I'ma sting like a scorpion
Rise up, word to my bro Arian
My legacy
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