paroles de chanson Intro - DeezNuts

All I see is this anemic list of meager spits
The reason it's the season this appeasement
Come to seep within
The streets is gettin me convinced
I'm seekin what the meaning is
But even just a peek'll leave the deacon sick cuz evil sins
Commence to bleed the demons since
I'm not shining a lot but I'm not grindin
I'm hot but I block tryin to rock when I got time it's a lot
Same page but it's crucial to enable this grace gave
I'm used to bein the dude who was slippin and ruining great thangs
I move to the music and sueture the doom that excluded me losin it
Grew to be into the booth beaming beautiful beast of the brutal if
Bukin influenced the boost of the bruises and beatings I knew in the brew that if deez doesn't do it I'm looney for leadin him to it
I'm uncomfortable froze in the crowd
Dumb luck if I hold the shit down

Get stuck just exposing his sound
On the cusp of his throne and this crown
Gun tucked if you hope to get down
Interrupt any tone that get loud
No fuck shit indulged in this route
We live love but explode when it's round
I'm into the wind with the venom invent with a pen and I'm sick in the mental
An imminent vision appended invisible

Living offended by shit that's presented
Again and again imma give 'em the bent and upending a fifth and bit of the mid in the pinnacle
Winnin a fit if afflicted a flip of the middle and wish that a bitch might've went into
Cold formula 44 colt for the corneas
Flow ignored and it's more than in sorts grown to be warnings cuz
I morph modes forcing these posers leap into war wit us
In Morse codes that seem to ignore discreet and the more we just
Travel this path with the abods assholes bastards and dads
The elaborate plans to be absolute
Grasses gravel and sand
An attachment trappin to pass who's been passin up half of the fans
A master who's craft has the truth that's plastered and wrapped in the bag
Controllin emotions and posting the moans of important shit hopin it's
Opening doors for the focus to grow cuz it's torturing most of us
Over the course of the torches and porcelain whores and importing its
More than a foreign exploring endorphins and forgin a warp in just
Lost math cuz a lot of its leaving us locked trapped

Talked bad when the plot is the reason we've needed to stop wack
Onlookers deceiving the monsters we been to not have
The wrong hook or a sponsor to want for these fucks to be on that
Vegas shit I go to sleep at night and wake each day up in
These pages seen containing me displaying deez uncaged again
A major disarray of wit affixed within my brain of sins
Chambered in a way that gets me pissed cuz it's no way to win
So run my bag I'm undiscovered like a loving woman that don't shun my ass

And once I'm uncovered ain't nothin I'm comin for wantin the will to adjust my amps
I'm just as corrupt but at least I adjusted myself back to somethin he loves
And I must have a cup full of luck cuz I'm comfortable being a functioning shmuck
I just think it's nothing above being present and keeping the ones that you trust
Up where they was when I needed em loving me wonderfully running a flood
So turn up and watch me unravel the game in a version you thought was insane
I'm sure when he's rockin a shirt with his name
People talked nerdy and lame
But after the verdict remains
I'mma murder your ass see you burn in a blaze
I'm Prometheus fanning a shirt at the flames
Have to be sure that he pays
Don't ask how he worded the name
I got it from Sam and be sure that it made
A lasting impression
Each class he was present each worsening day