Lyrics:
Ohh Ohh Ohh I’m I’m I’m Running from the world Decompressed I love it, I could dodge a bullet Dick all down her gullet, if you broken let me cure it
they like it or not Prom night jitters got me sweating bullets Spiked punch ladled into my gullet Cheerleaders shake their boobies Dance floor affection
And it ah penetrate dem gullet Yo from dem diss Redd Bahh Runn Me ah go take dem in dem palice Feel dem bad dem full of malice But me gun it working magic
Is all the world right here Spinning down my gullet All the words I hear I eat up till my stomach Is full enough to feel Eyes burn in the sulfate My
nerves go soaring as my gulping gullet's disciplined Sells street solutions that'll pull you through your tasks Hang up your uniforms and swallow his stash
high edge, oh You're closer to perfect desire Just give it yourself Wait for the sainted gods jet Feel razor-water in your gullet You're closer
Tar ikke sjangsen for du e alltid i tvil Sikkert som banken at du høre det vi sir En plan den brista Kor legges lista Mista det der gullet og din
Jeg gir vel blanke i Om du er innafor med de som er hippe Har du noe smart å si Eller skal du bare stå der og sippe Hun er kvinnen Gullet Hun er
Butter my buns Then slide ur tongue Behind ur lips And prepare to suck A little fish Into your gullet Eat me like a tuna sandwich Shove mayo up my
from Planetary angles Flippin like it’s drano Right before i pour it down my gullet Get it brother Im just chuggin Cuz This cartoon got me buggin
gullet Like a fat rat caught up in the oven They made me drink carnage blood through the funnels Verse 2 I let the heartbreak act as my wake up call I
Fry them up in Szechuan Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke I've got a Funnel for the filling A doggy bag that's spilling Into the backseat
tap (tap) that (that) Better fuvkin run imma hitchu like a bullet Fill the fuvking cup and then i pour it down my gullet Load the fuvking gun I cock it
Bitch if I pull up at the function we roll up and smoke a dozen Terremana down my gullet tequila until we buzzin Just know that I'm Latino lil homie
Fry them up in Szechuan Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke I've got a Funnel for the filling A doggy bag that's spilling Into the backseat
det er av gull Det gullet det gullet spar det til annen gang Men her får du et eple siden Jeg har fått en sang
suppurative soup Eyes slowly start to swell Filled with spawning insects Ichor oozing congealing In turbid crust Inside the bloodshot gullet I tear it
Er det vilje tilstede kan jeg oppmerksomheten faa Kvadet om de rike kongene begynner nå Grane bar Gullet av Heide Sigurd svinga Sverdet i vreide
The greedy gullet of the bigwig nations Swallows all of our patience In unity they fool the poor Keen on cash like a cheap fucking whore
only thing that worries me, Jim Is being being the first One down that gullet) Well, the way things are Going here at Loughborough It looks as though
dagar mange eg rådlaus sat Vaken sviv eg viljelaus Eg vil vita sei meg då Kvar er du no Det skinav sverdet Det raude gullet Hjarta mitt vil ikkje kvile
som jeg brant Men denne gangen ender det bra Denne gangen ender det bra Vi tar med gullet hjem skakke nedi hullet igjen Så denne gangen ender det bra
at the meeky-freeky gullet Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria Aurora To another galaxy
waits Gullet stretches tight and it breaks Someday we will die in your dreams How I wish we were here with you now
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