paroles de chanson Passion Sceptre/Dert Mystery - Lil Ugly Mane

I'm space station, I'm cold scab
Steadily making my nose numb
Bent thumbs dig back in my sockets
Nothing worth seeing, I'd rather be dumb

Side swipe, I'm infinite
My infantry ready for centuries
Pain and my ecstasy
Intersect mentally covered in arms
So I'm something like centipede
Enter my space and the eye on my sceptre
Evaluate studies your movements your shadows
Evaporates, pride is disaster the prodigal master
My people just watching my vertebrae currently
Cold
Only dream of dying if I have a dream
Go ahead pop five in the magazine
Only time I ever matter
When I'm swinging from the scaffolding
Weak thoughts really terrified of ever after
So I still breathe, heart beats, wrong turns
New paths spit gas
Slide out, tell me where the work at
Soon as I mention it that's when I get it
Glitches in time I'm dismissive of physics
We live on the back of a serpent that hisses
Then swallowed the sun while you busy with riches and bitches
Switching my style so i'm louder than bombs
Flooded and drowned me, when lighting them off
Renowned world wide, wish it was gone
Crooked letter E P A R A T E me from the weak
Player, i'm gone

I'm space station, I'm cold scab
Steadily making my nose numb
Bent thumbs dig back in my sockets
Nothing worth seeing, I'd rather be dumb

I'm quarantined under the puzzle
Thorazine shuffle
Uncut in a black duffle
No teeth bit down on a brass knuckle
Just bones stripped down to the last muscle
Sell cell block, been in hell dwell where the rain swell
Data trail ends where the light don't drift
Knew a couple people with the gift, didn't move swift
Every door closed now they sit around wondering if...
Chess: Bobby hit a punch clock, caught you in a dumb spot
Had to lay the king down - Check -
I'm no one that you should respect
You don't know shit that I have to suppress
The shit that i'll never get off of my chest
The terrible shit I say under my breath
My level of stress I would never suggest
Evil blood drops, swapped with Mephisto in Vitro
Paranoid, always point pumps out the peep hole
Ugly, my style is so lethal
Dug out my eyes so my vision cerebral
Life is the sequel
Switching my style so I'm louder than bombs
Flooded and drowned me when lighting them off
Crooked letter E P A R A T E me from the weak
Player, i'm gone

I'm space station, I'm cold scab
Steadily making my nose numb
Bent thumbs dig back in my sockets
Nothing worth seeing, I'd rather be dumb

-Interlude-

I be hibernating getting high, penetrating something fly...