paroles de chanson HENRY H HOLMES - Undead Papi

(Fuck 88, fuck 88)

Life is a maze I'm Henry H. Holmes
You disintegrate to smoke up in my lungs
Opp pack stacked, I'm smoking 'bouta ton
Get you all wacked, I'm rolling up 'ya mom

Street nigga always in a fucking band tee
Bitch I'm one man deep
Cause this banger handy
Kicking down doors, I'm in 'ya fucking pantry
Getting top from 'ya auntie
Bust them cheeks no sandy (Bitch)

Walk in the rain, rinse blood from my hands
Get in my way, I promise your end
Enemies decay to mark my intent
I am not ashamed, remorse has long left

I am not your kind, I'm built from different cloth
Weakness in design, this whole generation soft
Act like you're divine, rely on an absent god
There's something in the sky and it clearly don't give a fuck
The messenger relied on a sword that he would thrust
Everybody dies nothing can save you from what comes
I'm doing just fine when I decide to slice you up
Clutching on the nine with your life I play god

Life is a maze I'm Henry H. Holmes
You disintegrate to smoke up in my lungs
Opp pack stacked, I'm smoking 'bouta ton
Get you all wacked, I'm rolling up 'ya mom

Who else in these streets coming tactical (Tactical)
Who else up the beam laughing manical (Manical)
These seven six twos eat like Hannibal (Hannibal)
AK rip 'ya flesh off, like a cannibal