Текст песни
Rapping niggas at the club, I'm half a feeling Like I'm chosen in this like a Sunday I Will disappear then frozen in corner shadows dancing Talking just to speak with tongues truth is even Harder, harder we evolve backwards speaking serpent Tongues A different anti-heavy coat through rap that Leaves your ear in song Criminal worship to my Feet, I brought the cradle of the beast Never Knowing who I am, it's the master of deceit I'm the creep of the woods that's grown under Skin I can see evil crawl into your mind That won't probably end A less malicious mass Devastation on self-mutation powers No other soul Could prompt it out of words of endless Devil's Lair will give 'em hell, the opposition I bring Light to dying bed that's frozen in vision Change Of season from the very coldest when the snow Was real I was scared of the pale, I danced it for a new thrill Feeling touched Through a lust, I can feel the rush Crushing All my enemies inside my head named touch dust Incidental police abominations of purple peaches Called your presence a lion there's no impulse yet To retreat Это дурно. И я временно шутку. I must admit that I'm insane in my mind I've seen the proof of violence reaching through my Brain It shows the violence I produce evidence That Everyone is out to get me even virgins Open Doors they send malevolence within their evil jurors Still I seem to keep it calm, it comes In line with wisdom Purpose, suicide is not the Answer, let the tree guide you further Watch your Brother down the gullet, Trinity will spit his Sermon And be no interruptions, that noose has Stopped you squirming You passing gas and now you think that you're A god Who sang to be hiding Glocks in The South when you really not You're a mockery, Just a fox spitting garbage with your copies of Memphis shit It's not even relevant, We can't do this This world is gone, I can't believe it Our music has been infected By ignorance and oppression Ignore the hidden Message that people are supposed to hear Instead of Popping all that Xanax plus the four to slit Your wrist and kill your damn self Не расскажете её мне? Вы не поймёте.
bakkerphonk — Disorder
«Disorder» — bakkerphonk. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:18. Жанр — Фонк.
