paroles de chanson Zoinks! (The Rat King) - Gehrman

Bitch I'm in the cornfield leaving signs
Bust a nut in ya wife became pregnant with mines
Claim she was probed by the aliens even though she hopped on my dick and rode the whole time
Bad seed
My semen a curse
Fuck up ya insides give birth on a hearse
Abort the fetus I want reimbursement she rolling off xans I call her Fred Durst
Sworn by the sword
Gza my bible
Born in a lab I was made in a vial
Green like my ooze I was forged out of bile
Cant hear the voices we ain't talk in a bit
Vampire fangs my grills when I lick
ICP merch on set flame to the wick
Play with the trigger like rubbing a clit
My gun gonna burst like an orgasm
Bitch

Rise of occult
Sip of this punch
Die for your leader

I am the rat king our tails intertwined
Enter my mind like my darkness divine
King to my throne
Crown made of chrome
Bullets my own from the life I was loaned
My bitches crab walk and they neck twist around
And surrounded by niggas who also blood bound
South Florida's Grave Digga in town
Creep through ya window dead silence my perk
Off of ya radar gun slaps like a perc
Hollow my shells send you straight down to hell
My bullets autistic got no social skills so when u do the talking the queues are not there
Back in black I'm bad to the bone
Read my lyrics like spells from a tome
Necronomicon
Rise from ya hole
Necronomicon
Rise from ya hole