paroles de chanson Need For Speed - SAYZEE

They lack empathy
I turn you in a pack for the centipedes
And open up your head like John Kennedy
My rap song melody, you cap calm heavily
Your shorty wear phat farm her fat arm ebony
I'm in the hills not Beverly you better not send for me
Cause I don't got a ghost that can pen for me
When I was young I thought all these shorty's meant for me
Sayzee going grizzly like a Memphis team
Sleep em like Ketamine Your clientele dying off need better fiends
Pussy like the letter V you Vegan fuck up your whip and leave in
And will not pull out like a couch that's a spare bed
Bullets ventilate through the air now you a air head
Helmets and Teflon vests you can't prepare man
$40,000 in cash up in the Zehrs bag
Hit you and you fly out the dash now you a air bag
Let them brains fly out your head and hit the air bag
And I don't care about your whereabouts the clothes that you wearing out
I swear to God I air them out
I don't really care what you Karen's care about
Lose your larynx your whole throat start tearing out let me breathe
And let me be clear about they did it for a fair amount
My younglings make movies like Paramount
Now why the crying why the tearing out
I'm still smoking blunts in the jacuzzi of your parents house
I break a brick make a twin
Call it pairing out sharper then the glass
From the window that you staring out
They lack empathy
I turn you in a pack with this symphony
Symphony of night with the infi-beam
Another win for me I'm eating breakfast ain't no Tiffany's
Won't get a cent from me
You sleeping with the Centipedes
Everything is bien Aki, Say less it better be
All the negative energy you gone make the cheddar leave idiot
And there's as cause and reaction
They don't believe in the laws of attraction
You know a boss count his bars on the back end
My shorty hoping on my dick, back spin
I'm really rapping dog the mac ain't no Macintosh
The snow is aspen soft, You see me casting off
And you a big fish, throw em in the pan just like a deep dish
1000 ways to make em keep the secret
100 ways to ventilate every time the beat hit
I pre mediated all the murder in my defense
Sign it on your tombstone and howling till the moons gone
Lock this shit down in sequence just like a group home
Pinky ring two tones you know I'm running 2 phones
Winter time duck hunting
Catch you with the goose on
I'm Freddy Kruger why they fuck with me
You wanna go fast, They got a need for speed