Lyrics:
no one will know.
A bacterium hybrid of gangrene and leprosy,
Organs prolapse as the disease continues its spree.
She giggles as her rotten hymen
Never sorry for being dope with all these lyrics lyrics lyrics
Never sorry for my endless links I release release release
Never sorry for leaving my
time
Only making a couple dimes
But I still produce my rhymes
Always going super hard
Read the lyrics, you'll be scarred
Making songs by the week
That
a standing ovation
Gimme flowers now , stop da hatred
If you want me to fall , you can leave
Let by gones be by gones
Put my feelings in these lyrics
And just
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
did I overcome it? I've searched for a light/
I got some lyrics for this by expressing my feelings with art/
I'm spitting lyrics and flowing rhymes
my time so im steping like i own the whole floor (step it)
Broke the rules just to do it like i done poaching
Blessed with lyrics and it feals like i
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above
Me tell dem (Major
Talk to them
Wake up everybody, wake up everybody
I hope my voice, I hope my lyrics
Wake up everybody, wake up everybody
Man I hope that I, come up
or suicide will be the cause of death
Internal organs altered by the disease
Your brain disabled by the constant pain
Erratic actions lead my thoughts
the fight club
My life's blood runs deeper than a knife cut
This the crack that the dope boys slice up
My lyrics sound scary to the corporate sellers
I'm
Slicing deep into your excoriated abdomen
Slooping out guts when peritoneum is clouen
Your septic iliac fossa I excavate
Morbid organs I want
[Music: Martin & Andreas]
[Lyrics: Martin]
Mutilated cadavers decay
Through your bleeding eyes
Organs are drowned in mush
I dispatch your unclean
[Music: Martin & Andreas]
[Lyrics: Martin]
I have found the pleasure in life
Trequent with the dead
I love their devoted eyes
They never tell me
the poor you morons
No forcing saws are on
Pouring rain down
So the saws can cut through your organs
Pork the fat of chalk
Write it up on the blackboard
was produced back in the 80's actually
With the organ sample actually is a pretty funny story
I'll go in to that real quick
Here we go
Thank you for
The game needs a hero but no one wants to admit it
My cape is my keyboard and something within the lyrics
Truly something amazing and maybe you may
chief, I'm feeling like the deputy
And all of your lyrics, nigga, they ain't impressing me
You sayin' a lot of words, but you lacking energy
I am not
and pour it
I'd rather waste money on that than waste it on my organs
I'd rather keep on trying to be successful than forfeit
One day I'll be airing across
for me to Wake and rise
Every morning, know it’s important finding employment
It’s rewarding working as an organ in the bodywork of the authorities
bullets they knock out your organs live in 0riginal I'm so unofficial
Aye
We aiming beams like a light show red laser show that 5.0 ya back is now a target
own forever
Pre-Bridge (8 measures - 32 counts)
These lyrics are with organ notes recorded - or can be totally changed:
I hate to leave
But it feels
of my people deceased
Meet and greets end in grease
Torching, my lyrics are scorching
I torture
Any motherfucker who try to approach, I morph ya
You
every lyric I spit I hope you feel the wrath
I won't relax, because all I do is stating facts
On the damn wax, I'm not sorry that I had to snap
I will
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