, salive empoisonnee langue amere (A thousand years old, poisoned saliva bitter tongue) Un Pilot V5 en tant que sabre laser (A pilot V5 (?) and a lightsaber
me cowboy, I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
you like a piano record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time
a bottle Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard [
kid talk Communicating like in the good old days Forgive me Father [Welsh Policeman:] "Mobile One Two to Central." For I have sinned [Welsh Policeman:] "We have a multiple on the A
if a clam knew about a door, so what? A clam couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping up to a fort at night, put them feet on them points,
glocks, mad niggas I shot Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock Crazy as a fox tryin' to rob Fort Knox The
you look at me, America, you look at me and you look at me good! You see you created me. And I am nothin? if not a true blue, red-blooded, home-grown,
your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard genius on gef So step back, to the lab at
saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at
paint me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's
, only tryin to help them self They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit the fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!! Type of kid
old and I'm gray [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat
where we going after this?" I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot My wars, my words, the only thing
Your only true right, is a right to a fight and not a fair fight, I wake up wonderin who died last night Everyone and everything is at war Makin my poetic
a motherfuckin drug addict like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror and see yourself as a kid again,
