paroles de chanson Endless Tunnels of Gore - Insane Poetry , Rozz Dyliams
Rozzie
is
a
rich
bitch
killa,
I'm
for
real
Jumpin'
up
outta
the
bushes
pig
father
Make
'em
squeal
? Biproduct,
what's
the
deal?
You
know
the
saw
and
axe,
so
I'mma
show
you
how
it
feel
All
I
wanna
do
is
watch
your
fuckin'
blood
spill
I
must
welcome
you
to
Hell
To
the
Kingdom
of
the
shells
Nowadays
everybody
is
a
wicked
rapper,
but
Growing
up,
all
of
my
favorite
wicked
rappers
taught
me
how
to
kill!
Still
kickin
that
old
school
wicked
shit
funk
OG,
Acid
Rap,
bumpin'
out
the
hooptie
trunk
Every
night
is
Devil's
night
with
Dr.
Dylan
You
get
stuck
Fuck
a
nun
& carve
a
triple
six
across
her
stupid
cunt
What
the
fuck
you
want?
Why
you
wanna
target
me?
Kill
'em
all!
Capital
D
Psycho
sick,
Insanity
It's
killin'
season
And
I'm
street
sweepin',
with
the
reason
Cause
in
my
hood,
crack
is
always
in
season
"No
sir,
Officer
I
don't
have
no
drugs"
The
only
drug
I
have
is
senseless
hate
But
you
alreadyknowwhatsup
Then
I
rotated
my
body
Reachin
for
my
registration
When
I
turned
around
I
shot
him
in
the
mother
fuckin'
face
& Got
up
out
the
car
all
frantic
Called
up
Ivan
in
a
panic
You
try
livin'
with
these
voices
in
your
head
No
I
can't
stand
it
Now
it's
ringin,
but
he
ain't
pickin'
up
tho
Son
of
a
bitch
I
got
myself
together
and
threw
my
phone
in
a
ditch
Slow
it
down
Get
it
together
Dylan,
why
the
fuck
would
you
do
that?
It's
just
called
bein'
crazy,
but
I
guess
I
already
knew
that
Is
it
really
worth
it,
to
go
through
with
that?
Yes,
when
you
see
a
pig
with
his
wig
blew
back
R
O
double
Z,
rising
out
of
dead
sea
Kicking
the
fucking
wicked
shit
ever
since
I
was
a
baby
G
Killer,
crazy
killing,
it
was
Scum
and
Insane
Poetry
Only
bodies
left
behind
and
nothing
ahead
but
torture
meat
What
you
know
about
the
sickness,
What
you
know
about
this,
rest
in
piss,
Imma
homicidalist
Dying,
swinging
fist,
if
you
wish
(to
let,
don't?)
get
me
pissed
Coming
up
outta
the
mist,
Imma
drag
them
back
to
the
abyss
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