Lyrics:
can still be lethal
Rather be in the penal than laying down in the fetal
A lot of souls flying high like some seagulls
Shit gon' get medieval if we have
fuckin' brothers, I was feelin' you
And then I lost my fuckin' brother, now I'm in solitude
In those medieval times, bitch, I'm sippin' brew
No more lean
burn!
À la duel de cowboy dans un Western
Légion, j'suis le général
Chevalier, revenant du temps médiéval
Mais ma force est ancestrale
Et ma rage elle
Ya bitch said that I'm delicious
She just said she want a bite
Creeping in the middle of the night
Chrome Heart, medieval knight
When I was broken
We Worship fire and speed
Skull crushing catapult
Whip lashing bath salt
Medieval
Motor Steeple
We pledge allegiance to
Octane incense
Ground based
Once upon a time
I was no more than a human trash cleaning the shoes
Of people who needed to die.
Now look!
What you got
A warrior of medieval times
yours tipping toes
Medieval criminal, I'm getting stoned
I been soaring with the cro
Now I'm standing unopposed
Always scheming with my bros
We don't
stats on stealth
Keep my tools on deck, make sure the plan go well
She made me cry, now I'm doin' crimes
This the dark ages, like medieval times
I hope
Post-traumatic growth is on top of the agenda
Everyone is welcome
Doesn't matter what the gender
As we're purging
The organism's learning
No need to get medieval
hearin' screams
Now you face an executioner, on my medieval tip
You just a mid evil jit, but never equal to the kid
They can't hold a candle to the duo
years night
I got chrome on my body like medieval knight
I'm so sorry if I hurt you
I'm so sorry if you cried
Now im counting up my apologies
Spend it all
the same damn thing the roots of all evil you take no risks you're not worth the Kenievel going up I'm on retrieval trap me down I go medieval
Not
life, Living medieval
Loosing the feeling, Bodies upheaval
Three out of four, Pissing the evil
Loss of my sight, Put up a fight
Brain turn to mush, clways
trippent trop sur nos pattes de loup
Habit médieval yo, j'spotte les b*tches
À côté du Ardène en face du stitches
Avec mon arbalète j'leur tire des frites
On their ways to Satan’s job interview
A chalk and a blackboard is all I need
I’ll tell you a tale of lust and greed
From medieval times to modern man
From
They ain't never slide with gang
Thousand hours in da stu
Trappin' hard, I spit that pain
medieval ima a lord, take out my sword, then he get slain
désactiver
J'viens pas d'éclore
J'suis déjà dehors
Brouillage dans la zone
Et Tout est pas clair
En mode médiéval
Faut tout qu'on efface
J'envoie que du sable
her feelings
It's like a medieval type war
Dem toxic traits ya nice har
She still a study why me act so bad
She try fi figure me by horoscope
She think
le ragga
Et la bossa et la salsa
L'industriel, l'instrumental
Le black métal médieval, le negro spiritual
Et même le disco agricole
But do you like my
it's fuck trust
How I grant you the globe and you switch up
Now I'll ban you from the whole solar system
Feels like medieval times, clench a hatchet,
medieval(Yeah)
I dig her out like a weevil
We splittin', I'm keepin' it peaceful
When I got the weapon, I'm lethal
They be callin' my crib so feeble
I stay away
ha vuelto gris
Paso el puente de arco medieval
Nubes que vienen acechando están
Y cientos de gotas cayendo del cielo
Y caen mojando todo mi cuerpo
La
call it laker fucking bitches in they mid 50s they say that im evil I say im a slayer haha you get it a medieval slayer shawty be calling my phone
Cast from the void to crush evil
His mantra: go medieval
He's the original myth
Step by step death follows with
His balls hang low
Towards the gates
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