paroles de chanson ON THE HUNT - BertieBanz

Gimme the fuckin' name of who
Designed this game I'm on the

Hunt (hunt)
Comin' up (I'm comin' up)
Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
I've had enough (had enough)
Hunt (hunt)
Comin' up (I'm comin' up)
Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
I've had enough (ha)

Grab the three prongs (prongs)
Take 'em out our palms (palms)
Priest up on the phone
While they droppin' bombs, uh
Red fuckin' hot, uh

Schemin' on these opps
Got an automatic for the
People at the top that sounds like
Like this and like
Ha, you fuckin' right

Starin' at the man in blue
Fumin' like a cigarette
He stomps my chest and I
Take my last fuckin'
Breath
Breath
Breath
Breath

Yuh, get a facelift from this
Stainless strapped against my
Fuckin' leg, yuh
God chained in my basement while
I problem solve his taste, uh
Curses to these fallen angels
Scattered through these streets, yuh
Snatchin' wings and grabbin'

Halos while we fuckin' sleep
Yeah, I'm Jason Voorhees risin'
From the flames okay I'm back
Mask off, hear the screamin' when I walk, uh
Tastin' tears and feelin' pain
From these R.I.P.'s, yuh
Take big pharma by the neck and
Stab 'em till they bleed, I'm on the

Hunt (hunt)
Comin' up (I'm comin' up)
Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
I've had enough (had enough)