paroles de chanson LOOK LIKE DEATH - Shwabadi , Jhbboss
Death
I
woke
up
and
I
felt
like
death
In
fact
I
feel
like
I've
never
slept
Black
three
piece
on
a
kevlar
vest
I
look
like
death
Excalibur
the
long
nose
and
it
smells
success
Y'all
just
boomers,
can't
handle
tech
Head
to
head
It's
gon
hit
like
DEATH
Man
moves
like
Icarus
Thinks
he's
fly
Till
I
dust
his
wings
And
bring
him
down
to
size
Make
him
run
them
things
he
wears
Jack
his
style
But
don't
get
it
twisted
Don't
get
it
twisted
I'm
a
man
of
culture,
lifestyle
British
Bust
the
tool,
but
keep
the
pinkies
lifted
Wipe
my
shoes
before
your
door
gets
kicked
in
I'm
the
Top
of
the
classes,
I
aced
the
metrics
Fuck
asymetrics,
all
lame
aesthetics
I'll
cave
their
head
in
If
man
come
stepping
at
my
tryna
wave
a
weapon
I'm
facing
death
in
several
ways
Every
day
Two
bad
bitches
resonate
Hold
a
mag
in
Pat,
slip
a
clip
in
Liz
Cus
I'm
about
to
let
em
spray
BRRT
You
see
me
pulling
up
in
that
black
and
white
Put
that
- to
his
face
now
he
acting
right
Death
gon
shoot
from
the
cannon
so
say
goodnight
Cus
these
bullets
connecting
like
satellite
They
ain't
ever
gon
know
bout
this
kind
of
life
Turn
his
soul
into
fragments
don't
need
a
scythe
Let
my
9s
eat
his
soul
fill
they
appetite
Try
me
wrong
then
i'm
doing
it
out
of
spite
Grim
reaper
status
the
cannons
I
grab
em
and
I
execute
If
you
want
smoke
then
im
popping
fasho
if
you
finna
come
thru
I
gotta
stick
by
my
side
like
rick
when
it
flair
it
go
woo
Told
em
i
earned
my
stripes,
real
shinigami
im
the
truth
Nah
fuck
that
I
never
play
for
a
run
back
I've
been
there,
done
that
Paid
my
dues,
now
I'm
taking
the
funds
back
Flagrant
youth
hear
the
gun
clap
Play
my
tunes,
make
'em
run
that
If
he
run
his
mouth,
run
up
on
'em
Gun
em
down
Moon
come
up
and
sun
is
down
Tool
untucking
son
is
out
Tuckered
out
Do
you
enjoy
your
youth?
Yeah?
Shut
your
mouth
I
never
came
to
play
games
But
if
I
did
I'd
probably
take
first
place
They
vacate
when
D
the
K
came
to
take
names
I
never
heed
their
sayings,
I
can't
change
ways
On
which
soul
could
I
snack
A
witch
soul
I
could
blast
Guarding
the
night,
no
makka
pakka
But
I
pack
a
pair
of
macs
Backup
- Soul
and
Maka
Switch
up
- Natsukasa
Black
Star,
no
Bowie
I
keep
a
blade
when
it's
rowdy
I
keep
my
day
ones
around
me
I
feel
the
strain
of
a
lifetime
of
living
To
standards
you
couldn't
maintain
It's
astounding
I
might
be
free
but
it
hounds
me
Best
in
his
town,
he's
the
best
in
his
county
His
country,
his
continent
Living
or
dead,
few
are
better
than
Badi
Get
fucked
if
you
doubt
me
You
see
me
pulling
up
in
that
black
and
white
Put
that
- to
his
face
now
he
acting
right
Death
gon
shoot
from
the
cannon
so
say
goodnight
Cus
these
bullets
connecting
like
satellite
They
ain't
ever
gon
know
bout
this
kind
of
life
Turn
his
soul
into
fragments
don't
need
a
scythe
Let
my
9s
eat
his
soul
fill
they
appetite
Try
me
wrong
then
i'm
doing
it
out
of
spite
Grim
reaper
status
the
cannons
I
grab
em
and
I
execute
If
you
want
smoke
then
im
popping
fasho
if
you
finna
come
thru
I
gotta
stick
by
my
side
like
rick
when
it
flair
it
go
woo
Told
em
i
earned
my
stripes,
real
shinigami
im
the
truth
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