paroles de chanson Typo - Scriptz

Etch my face into your back I'm fuckin psycho
Scribe my name into your chest and leave a typo
Now I'm rising to the senate with the fight though
Gonna murder all the tenets & the mistro
Fuckin jester bleeding out by the king
Guest is necessary evil for the final swing
Decapitate their heads with the live katana cut-tut-bling
Hugging broad so close I'll cut her neck at the phone ring
We're callin in the bombshells throwin napalm on their wings
Taking away their hope while we dance on their corpses and we'll sing
Celebrate death and then nullify existence wit duh neck sling
Banish all these fucking heathens from my space they're too close ink
On the page, fillin' rage
And I'm flipping script and age
Socom the buster, vocab so rusty, cuttin him thin like lays
Twisting antenna we're flippin the channel
We're cutting through static
We're bleeding on flannel and now it's red
Git-up out of bed for the fuckin feds, wake-up now you're dead
Flip out the knife - jackle is right
Come like a bull and then cut up the blight
We are the sent ones we're looking to fight
Letting the bent ones out, run for their life
Serving the feds up their kids and their wife
Giving the vetted the will to the sight
See all the oni to gut in the night
With yo will to the white sharpened shappy knife
Cut-drawn, everybody
Sin's out now we'll guess the body
Cutting all the darkness copies
Sittin with the ark band shotty
Release the shtick and call up oddy
Suffer deeply by me hotty
Lookin for a new team plotty
Body bags are filling lotties
Uh Uh
Can't beat the best-of
Fiends from the mess-hall
Lich army tested
Beams on the breast-all
Call-me, stark
Now-we'll, start
Gim-me, dart
Smok-in, tart
Cherry in the sunnin now I'm violent part
Gimme cart