Lyrics:
that “Natural Born Killer Instinct”
“Inglorious bastard”
But it’s all a distraction
Listen baby don’t get lost in the scene
It’s all for screen
All
and hollow and it came to her in a dream
and she's hit by the sky as ghosts are given to me
It's a complicated story
I'm not sure I understand
About a hole in my mirror where I used to stand
I spent years as a killer
Of my dreams and desires
the city of the dreams
My city is the city of hollowed-eyed fiends
Here’s to unfamiliar turf
Killer queens who make it work
Spin me ‘round while the tables
killers missin' a pot to piss in
His palms itchin' with dreams of executin' his vision
On a mission, watch as he grips his Glock with conviction
Can you
there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't
Julian:
Round one I couldn't believe it, you came and knocked me out,
With those killer eyes
You stopped my heart from beating without saying
will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled
Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi
I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me
Money, money, money all they ever fucking say
I
weave the curse
To drown the world, choke the earth
Assembling the fractured mind
Puzzle equals suicide
Create the killer from inside
Some dreams
-with butchery
Come forth 'O demons killer of man Go forward beasts of blood lust Take these offerings blessed to you Prey upon the weakened one
this grief?
Who puts the guns in the hands of the killers?
The cynic just reached another high!
Innocence lies slowly dying in a sad and lost America
can't carry on
Despised by society, treated like an animal
For the law just a piece of shit, a criminal
You thought that you could fly, high in the sky
thuggs--can't let up on you thuggs
Ready to mash on you thuggs
Verse 1
Quit runnin wit dose killers and thuggs
I'll trade you love fo dem sluggs
Wit dese petti
his fate
I'll enjoy him day by day
Cause he'll never get away
I know you fear me
I know you fear me
Fear my home and fear my hands
Soon you'll
I make music for lost niggas
Young bitches with babies by drug dealers
Heaven help us they letting them cops kill us
Black talons we loading them cop
boy
I lost everything in life but my soul boy
That's why I'll never ever rap
Like a dope boy
Survived killers with AK's and grenades in
A rage at my
tomu verte, pane
Jsou zabitý (Killer) , Jack Rozparovač
Moc hlasitý, bude žaloba
Já a můj tým (Who) , nechceš sparrovat
Backstreet Boy, aj tak tě zamotám
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