paroles de chanson Belly of the Beast (feat. Obongjayar) - Danny Brown
Maniac
off
Xanny
bars,
sack
like
Santa
Claus
That
puts
you
in
the
figure-four
My
literature
is
like
I
wrote
it
in
silver
And
you're
on
the
podium
with
speech
of
rhodium
Your
-ch
like
a
leech
on
my
-
- tried
to
kill
the
-,
strangled
them
and
choked
-
After
she
was
done
I
looked
down
at
my
-
Like,
she
really
ain't
mean
it
-,
I'm
anemic
with
the
ink,
you
a
Stevie
Wonder
blink
I
take
a
piss
in
that
same
sink
you
wash
dishes
with
You're
illiterate,
ya
Bisquick
soft
I
pulled
the
biscuit
then
you
dipped
like
cocktail
sauce
I
eat
so
many
shrimp
I
got
iodine
poison
- on
my
- 'cause
I
look
like
Roy
Orbison
Got
a
foursome
with
four
fours
and
I
called
it
a
12
One
was
chubby,
one
was
ugly,
wack
as
hell
(ah)
This
can't
be
real,
I'm
in
a
dream
I
don't
have
skin,
I
just
shine
They
can't
contain
me,
I'm
free
It
feels
like
losin'
your
mind
Psycho,
crazy,
deranged
Spittin'
on
tracks
like
oncomin'
train
Vocal
laid
down
like
tower
of
burnin'
flame
Sippin'
gasoline,
made
her
pour
canteen
Stone
Temple
Pilot
crashed
in
to
the
wall
While
listenin'
to
Wu-Tang
and
rubbin'
on
his
-
Off
them
bars
of
footballs,
thoughts
playin'
foosball
In
VIP,
sleep
with
shades
on
the
boo-ya
So
-,
bust
that
- open
like
you
landed
knee-first
Let
me
stick
my
finger
in
it,
what
it
smell
like,
birth?
If
it
smell
like
syrup
you
gon'
get
this
work
But
if
it
smell
like
perch,
gotta
disperse
I'm
a
pervert
wearin'
sherbet,
take
your
baby
mama,
turn
her
As
a
youngin'
mama
shoulda
handcuffed
me
to
the
furnace
(ah)
This
can't
be
real,
I'm
in
a
dream
I
don't
have
skin,
I
just
shine
They
can't
contain
me,
I'm
free
It
feels
like
losin'
your
mind
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