paroles de chanson Reaper's Chokehold - 137

If I'm driving, know I'm racing
'Cause I never leave a bullet with its casing
And when I stub my toe
I never let it show
'Cause I want to let the pain know who it's facing
Got one Fate by the throat and a forcep
And the other Moirai weeping on my tricep
In a chokehold from the Grim Reaper
And I'm waiting for the day that he flexes bicep

Pull up on you pussies and you pussies wanna back up
Pull up with the shawty and this shit just wanna act up
Watch out how you tread you might wanna take your fucking last breath
Hanging by a thread you talk back and you might just be dead
Wake up put the pill inside my OJ
Wake up with a headache
Pull up with the nine spray
Got the Mac ten tucked
Bitch I don't give a fuck
Run this bitch I'll run it up
I got gunna on my side
Got pills in my mind

In pool I wade
Though the blood won't fade
And the memories, each night, are replayed
And the wolves have bayed
And the cult has prayed
And the Piper wants his mortgage paid
Homage to the filth when I open journal
Flipping through the pages of ken eternal
And I built my ship with a source of wisdom
And welded it with a flow infernal

Runnin with them shooters we keep killin (huh)
Balling with them shooters they be splashing
(Yuh)
Taking all these pills I feel so rad like yeah
But taking all these drugs I cannot fucking feel myself
Rushed by these demons they tell me just go and kill myself
Just to kill myself
But I'm not doing that, I'm not gonna go kill myself
Gonna go build myself reshape it and go build myself
Not gonna act selfless, not gonna act like a built up shelf

Apple a day may keep the doctor away
But not fruit in the world'll keep Death at bay
So if you wanna have the chance at immortality
Better find yourself the Good Book or Pen
Channel ken
For sake of something deeper than spite or kin
And if you're looking at me for the grander reason
It's soul's appeasin'
So it all depends
Good or sin

Eating some kibble
I'm just a dog in a yard
What is dog food for a bard
You see that dribble
It is saliva and blood in a mix
'Cause I had to get a fix
Munching flesh of the craft
Though I know I am barred
Many who say they love your easel
Are first your eyes and mouth to staple
Do be careful

Talking your shit you might get cut up
Run with the gang and the pistol (huh)
Fuck on your mom and your sister (huh)
Fuck with a bitch she need me yeah
Party rockstar we lit hell yeah
Stopping us now never quit like yeah
Down on her back she watch tv
But all on her knees she suck my D

Gotta keep focus
Even if they call plight bogus
Gonna be the new thought Moses
POTUS, couldn't get a brother to stop this
The truth is, I'm really 'bout this life
You notice

How far
Are you willing to endeavor
Do you truly know whether
You'd wither
Or would weather the weather
All for the sake of knowing craft better

Hold the bitch
(Huh, huh)
Hold the bitch
(Huh, huh)
Hold the bitch
(Huh, huh)
Give her stitches,
(Huh, huh)

Guns on my mind
But the drugs in my nose
(Huh) Getting fucked up
And my soul got lost
And I don't know where to go
All these hoes on my snow look
They sniffing shit but they trynna do my blow
Getting caught Reapers chokehold
And I get cold and my heart die slow I don't know where

The issue is not with the dreamer
The issue is whose dreams they're dreaming
They want you to be thinking cleaner
While they sit down and do their scheming

Perhaps you'll hear it's for your interest
Or puppeteers will keep their quiet
They have their poisoned wine and Eucharist
Composed of flesh unsanctifièd