paroles de chanson Leech - Gao the Arsonist

Nah, it ain't syrup in this Styrofoam cup
Bitch this blood and juice
Suck 'em dry and chuck 'em in the gutter then I cut 'em loose
Decide to hide and dissipate like the high that's drug induced
Only show my face to place amounts that I can take from you
Tread reckless like some tipsy niggas tryna bust a move
Eventually bed-ridden, oblivious bitches chugging
Ruff-spiked vodka from the shot glass
Monocle and top hat for junkies who done sawed half the barrel off
Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off
Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off
Padded cell and straight jacket should tip your alarum off
Bitches need to listen for the whistle like I'm Pavlov
Salivary fluid moving through my throat mixed in with crimson
Had 'em pushing tulip, staining daises dangerously simple
Draining niggas' bodies, pockets, stopping when I leave you wrinkled
Back to collect what you don't owe me like illegal rental

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth
In a minute turn a supper to a feast
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see

Two-faced nigga
Common like the booze taste at the buffet dinner
Bullshit 'tween his teeth, took the toothpaste with him
Bitch blue-faced with a mouth full of vape, cigarettes
Sicker breaths than the fucking cool kids with the problems with they bronchus
You, sir went and got lost with a compass
Moral high ground, high tail out of bounds
Nigga, drown in the sounds of some doomsday rhythms, nigga
Bombs dropped
Two-faced? Nah, my intentions multifaceted
Bypass yellow tape
Wind back black, low quality cassette clips
Cast mind back to my actions
That's reality, faulty acid trips
I stole your soul and starved you niggas like the cult he fasted with

Ostracize opportunists
Often like knights button tunics
No shining, speckless armor
Check the armoire
Obsessed with garments
Like daddy's daughter, offer lewd pics
I'm guilty, kill me
Nigga all for toothpick-sturdy defense
Leave themselves open to dirty leeches
Churches preaching
Serpents, demons
Chat about Baphomet
Boy, you've heard 'em, seen 'em
Watched 'em walk, observed 'em breathing
Absurd for even
Considering I'm perfect
Reason being, I thirst for bleeding, huh
Reddish predilection, reminiscent of some fanged figures
Relish every second, heavy weapon when he threatened
Nigga

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth
In a minute turn a supper to a feast
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see