Lyrics:
nights
And I swear to God
I get medieval on your bastard catch wreck
Mama told you to knock me out
But you ain't knock shit yet you wanna bet
I make
Feel like I been here over a thousand years like since the medieval times
And I'm still just a cutthroat king even though this is recent times
A man
the conductor
Let's take a trip to the dark side motherfuckers
My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn
I'm more diesel than evil medieval like
As medieval as Merlin
A pact for power was made
Lucifer in transition
It's time the price was paid
Scorching the domain
The vortex of pain
early
Like a thousand times before
Like the castle in its corner
In a medieval game
I foresee terrible trouble
And I stay here just the same
CHORUS
the rain (rain) clouds (clouds) melt (melt)
That feel mellows, space cruisers a little funky
Take you back with medieval, cerebral, assault retrieval
If
Regals, black cars medieval
Black guns illegal, beat charges and fresh seagull
Can we celebrate? Turn bottles upside down 'til every chick in our section
medieval
Fueron dos, fueron dos, sólo dos
Como en un cuento de hadas se fundió
Fueron dos, sólo dos
Hasta la muerte la enardecieron
Hasta la muerte
on again
I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years
The land of the boll weevil
Where the laws are medieval
Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam
I
say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
Fuck you
say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
Fuck you
say
It's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
F--k you
the evil
(Kick it up a notch) I'll cause political upheaval
(Kick it up a notch) Yeah I'm gonna get medieval on you
(Kick it up a notch) Yeah this is
a medieval mood
Taste the treasures and sing the tunes
Under a Violet Moon
Tis my delight on a shiny night
The seasons of a year
To keep the lanterns
medieval
See us gettin this money, they still don't see us as equals
They know that we don't control shit, coming up in small doses
Sometimes I sit back
fighting to stay alive
Pull your hand back
Or lose the sense of touch
Remove it at the stump
Pay homage to Medieval times
We won't fall in line
You
these hoes to take they Ana to the flo' and I'm out
Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bitch with that medieval shit
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this
on my body like a medieval knight (hmm)
I was fuckin' up a sack on that purple Sprite (yeah)
All my bitches been official, even tote a pistol (yeah)
área medieval por el carril central
Mi letra corre horizontal
Borracha como el gusanito en la botella de mezcal
Quiere mi funeral, pero soy inmortal
like some new kind of drug
My senses are sharp and my hands are like gloves
Broadway looked so medieval
It seemed to flap, like little pages
And I
like some new kind of drug
My senses are sharp and my hands are like gloves
Broadway looked so medieval
It seemed to flap like little pages
And I
like some new kind of drug
My senses are sharp and my hands are like gloves
Broadway looked so medieval
It seemed to flap like little pages
And I
it's not okay to be gay
well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
you're point of view is medieval
Fuck you, fuck you
CRISÁLIDA, MI NIÑA
Detrás del panal
la niña baila sola
su talle medieval
desboca en los cerezos.
Antigua y blanca noche
de iguana tu pescuezo,
el
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