Текст песни Man in a Suitcase - Everthe8

Secret hook in every sticky hook,
Sneaky rappers playing on the leather flute,
Remind me beggars, with no attitude.

Petty game changers in the belly of the fatty gay,
Feces bangers,
Pieces stick to dicks which then stayed on fagots teeth,

Miss me with that coterie of codeine cocksuckers,
Hollering xan hustlers
Hiding in blue castles,
I'm out of this,
Bitch, look around.
Better shut your stupid mouth,
Before little hopie beat you down
And check this out,

I'm walking in the woods
With the body bag,
Full of funny heads
And severed bunny's tails,
Bite my shiny ass,
Call me teddy bear
In the Kanye West costume,
In that teddy bear costume,
In the Cornella's cartoons.

I create monsters from nightmares and complexes,
Feed em flesh, they killing my confidence, in consequence.
Vomiting blood after vodka poisoning,
Monstrous hangover, withdrawal and abstinence.

It seems like my head is big hive

These days I tried to kill the Man in a suitcase,
Stupid motherfucker hang himself with a bootlace,
To Let him rot in the fucking tub was my mistake,
And if you're reading this it's too late,
It's too drake,

The smell is so vile, so it hurts even third eye,
I had to get rid of the body back in July,
Dead sociopath give problems even after dead,
Even after mister monster had buried him,
It's still there.

I feel it in my tummy,
How he's scratching in my guts,
Once i sleep, he try to sneak into my thoughts,
He's digging tunnels in my chest,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes, next,
Digging out the window,
For uninvited guest,

It's probably been a couple days,
Or it's a couple weeks,
Since i got fucked up like this.
Nightmares and complexes.
I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream
Myself awake.
Shit.