paroles de chanson Flesh Eating Dead Walking - Shotty Horroh

Flesh eating dead walking
Keep a fresh broad with her chest pressed to my sex organ
Fuck a human being, no respect for them
Show up to your funeral just to gorilla press corpses
Fuck em all bill a zugga
Shit has got me flying as if I′m trying to be Jimmy Snuka
Told your bitch to give her lips a pucker
Cause there's a dick to suck up
I could sign a picture and slip her digits and finger fuck her
She knows I′m big. Shotty's notorious
I kill my bitch every night kind of Oscar Pistorius
Keep the lock on the door, cus I keep watching you walking in
And soon I wanna meet cus I'm getting bored of this stalking shit
Standing by watching hip-hop fall to bits
I nearly called it quits
But I couldn′t live with the thought of it
All I′m seeing is floral hipsters and corny kids
Plus them old fuckers still trying to spit when they're 46
Stop!

Hypochondriac. Fuck I think my bodies stopping
The lady made me start paying rent at the doctor′s office
You could make up an illness, I think I've probably got it
Then I phone a hospital tellin′ them that they've got to stop it
I′ve proper lost it. Billing up in the poly-pocket
Trying to body pop while I'm watching Madonna coffin-dodging. Shotty's on it
Chilling with a bitch who′s tits are as fake as the cover up of the Boston bombings
I hate to stray from conversation and go off the topic
But my name is Adam, I′m a Virgo and I've got some hobbies
I like to look for them fat bitches with rotten bodies
Then I play bowling and watch′em chasing a chocolate orange
Schizo mind, fuck I'm just a wind up
Pipe up at times, when I should keep mine shut
Keep you′re advice cus I don't give 5 fucks
That′s about as useful as Tulisa trying to buy drugs

Find me where the herbs at
Filming 2 bitches fighting, screaming out Worldstar
The room goes silent when my verse starts
Somebody probably went and got stamped by the 3rd bar
The priest won't let me on the church yard
Cus it says 666 in my birthmark
I'll teach my kids to be good people, work hard
And make sure they′ve got enough guns for when the term starts
Stoner. Fire and fresh weed
Drinking till I′m thinking that I'm some kind of a Jet Li
See me driving round with no license riding at wreck speeds
Trying to arrest the police, they keep trying to arrest me
Last night a prostitute gave me head
And then she took my dick, and my junks as thick as a table leg
I bust my nut, and then bill my zug as I laid in bed
And told I don′t pay for sex, then asked her if she'll take a check