Текст песни Stomach Growls* - tHe KiDDs*

You tell me have good days when everything is bad
Billy clubs swing both ways just
Anger was all I had 4 months split 4 ways member mason would
Beat my ass just cause a skinny bitch asked, so don't call my attitude

Trash don't tell me I'm outta whack cause I wear pants and a mask
I can't wear my blood stain shirt cause I don't really have me an answer
I wear the fur of pink panthers I'm friends with killers and dancers
I walk around with an army my right hand mans to cocky

My left has orders to off him she said I'm like her coffee
So now she wanna fuck it's kid the rugrat be careful bruh
Shit get ugly I can't sugar coat it but if you wanna ride
Beware your stomach rumbling

I'm kind of odd like a foot fetish
Like a business meeting, give a percentage
My girl getting nasty like green relish
But her only task that, who am I kidding

We don't want you here like a shirt with some lint
She 41, but she's still getting bent
She's from the part of the town that I'm in
It looks like she's parting the clouds from within

I'm having sex with a goddess, I can
She's speaking latin, I'm holding her hair
She throw it backwards, I'm stuck in a trance
She turn me to stone, and that's only a glance

She keep it a stack, like collection of bands
After we finish she go Peter Pan
Toni went dunes but he trapped in the sand
I used to sink in like all of the sounds

Emptied out clip, way that she does a round
My foes can get clipped if they messing around
I'll never respond like deleted account
I am the Panther that's waiting to pounce

Like a trampoline I got some bounce
Make a man of me, and spread it around
I feel the power like mayor of town
I am a building that lies on this ground