paroles de chanson Horns - Nascar Aloe
Aye,
aye,
aye
Yeah,
yeah,
aye,
yeah
Aye,
shit
in
my
dungarees,
di-di-di-ding-dong,
delivery
The
cutlery
won't
cut
through
all
this
flesh
'cause
it's
too
rubbery
This
ain't
no
robbery
(it's
not),
he
won't
make
recovery
Heard
you
four
deep,
kick
you
first
and
then
the
other
three
This
is
a
crime
scene,
poison
with
VISINE
Germs,
GI
on
repeat
while
you
dying
Horns
on
my
head,
not
no
motherfucking
Viking
Alright,
alright,
alright,
alright
Let's,
let's
get
Let's
change
it
up
a
bit
(Awoo)
Bitch,
I'll
decide
if
you
live
or
die
Human
flesh
is,
to
me,
like
a
piece
of
pie
I
hate
people,
I
swear
that
I
feel
like
I'm
Albert
Wesker
in
Resident
Evil
5
And
them
guns
in
your
video
CGI
So
I'll
meet
you
on
Friday,
no
TGI
I
could
toss
up
these
sucker',
they
slide
I
get
vengeance,
our
tension
is
attractin'
Which
one
of
you
pissin'
me
off?
I'ma
match
'em
My
bitch
shaved
like
apples,
I
cut
out
his
Adam
If
I
catch
you
snitchin',
separate
your
atoms
I
drop
on
yo'
flat
and
get
your
tires
flattened
You
walk
out
the
crib
and
pausin'
like,
"What
happened?"
And
that
is
exactly
when
it
fuckin'
happened
Now
he
knocked
in
the
back
of
the
wagon
Fucked
up,
on
the
way
to
my
cabin,
you
bitch
Aye,
shit
in
my
dungarees,
di-di-di-ding-dong,
delivery
The
cutlery
won't
cut
through
all
this
flesh
'cause
it's
too
rubbery
This
ain't
no
robbery
(It's
not),
he
won't
make
recovery
Heard
you
four
deep,
kick
you
first
and
then
the
other
three
This
is
a
crime
scene,
poison
with
VISINE
Germs,
GI
on
repeat
while
you
dying
Horns
on
my
head,
not
no
motherfucking
Viking
Horns
on
my
head,
not
no
motherfucking
Viking
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