Lyrics:
Cada gota de sudor que cae es agua de vida
Mi torso, el pasillo de tus pensamientos
Ese cuchillo me atravesó
Mis pechos montes, tú cazador
Cada
tings in the manor
No skeletons in my wardrobe
Just bags worth of swagger
What the fuck's that on your torso?
That ain't worth the hanger
Run out
Lost amongst the crowd
On the torso's pumping iron
A man with a horn takes to the stage
The drum beat cracks in time
Harder and bolder
torso
Angelgrinder-Ripping their wings and drinks the warm blood from their throat
Angelgrinder-Split open their wormeaten skulls
Feel the breath
Lost amongst the crowd
On the torso's pumping iron
A man with a horn takes to the stage
The drum beat cracks in time
Harder and bolder
Chainsaw mutilation
Zombie decapitation
Cutting off the head spurting necks attached to torsos
Twitching spasms involuntary
The heart is still
Kill them
Kill them
Kill them
Kill again
Mutilate the dead cadaver with an ax and hammer
Chopping off the arms and legs
The torso's saved for
The coroner with a storage bin rented
To store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin'
Distorted, twisted, this isn't no storybook ending
This
to the legitimate art?
Or should I do what I'd adore so, do my acting with my torso, and give all the natives a start?
Must the roles I play be tragic, full
wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My verbals
Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh! Lydia,
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the lambo, and the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up
From the torso up
Leave
And the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up
From the torso up
Leave ya'll there til the law show up
Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Just leave everything to me
If you want your culture rounded, French improved, or torso pounded
With a ten year guarantee
If you want a birth
wounded
But the soul still burns
Final battle, fight)
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
to madness
Head heavy like I'm trippin' on acid tablets
Yesterday as I recall was all fabulous I thought so
But now it feel like shots hittin' my torso
on the Porsche though
Double G's, LV's, man on the horse, low
Rhino bullets all up in your torso
Everything's by force
Nothing's by choice though
Bars is homicide,
and for that
I give them my torso
You think about it and don't call me lyrical
'Cause really I'm just a nigga
That's evil and spiritual
I know some rappers
Your pain bore me you ain't really lived it
I take you to a block where they crippin'
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger
Than the torso of Pippen
Bitch, I been
a psy like you
Nigga that kale cold attack
Cali on my back till my torso break nigga
This is where it's at that's gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
To be a pussy like you
Nigga that Cali cold attack
Cali on my back 'till my torso break
This is where it's at, that's gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
on the other side
I'm focused on my own yard
Focused on getting more dough
Twisting up like torsos
Rich as fuck, but moreso a poor soul
Oh well, if snow fell
torsos night after night
With dreams, with drugs
With waking nightmares
And so, from being created in his likeness
To being banished for
Wanting to be
and glory your pain bore me
You ain't really lived it
I'll take you to a block where they crippin'
A Puris that’s 5'2" gun bigger
Than the torso of pippen
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