letra de demons for dinner - concrete cee
[hook]
i got voices in my head that want to argue with me
appear calm and collected while coming apart at the seams
and i smile for no reason cause that’s how i want it to be
so why the f-ck you keep asking what’s wrong with me?
i got demons for dinner coming over, quarter to three
they’re f-cking early, i ain’t certain the apartment is clean
but whatever, i brewed some coffee, you can all have a seat
just as long as you never question what is wrong with me!
[verse 1]
it’s very clear that i got issues, that’s my p-ssionate edge
in masculine threads the daedric prince of the realm of madness is back
to rap till he’s fed, feastin’ on a demon
eating mannish water, cooked, with a baphomet head
the hors d’oeuvres are century eggs, the side dish is kimchi
my food for thought didn’t meet the palate of many
dessert for thought then, is hurled across the table, but it doesn’t offend me
as easy as i made it for you to resent me
and i read that you called me evil, yeah, i’ve seen, heard and rapped it
lower your head, you will see my knee jerk reaction
seriously though, mind your motherf-cking manners
may my outstretched arm mangle your face like scanners, punk
gokkun your pride like it’s a can of c-m, or be a
mexican and stand if you want, with your nose doing the gerund of “run”
the fairest of ones i could grant you is a talking mirror
foreshading my future as your pallbearer, think about it…
[hook]
[verse 2]
in a padded cell with incubuses plagued by rape fantasies
demented is an understatement, what if they were fans of me?
explain your concept of sanity, i can divide
by zero and come up with answers more coherent than your tries
your rap lives are lies, you’re magpies and i’ve
the market for stuffed animals monopolized
a word from the wise on how to win a woman’s heart
show her a man with money then show her you got more
what the f-ck that got to do with things? nothing
it just goes to show you if i told you that i care i was bluffing
straight tom dwan’ing the game, the person on the mic
is a troll, those cue cards you hold, you better fold!
[hook]
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- letra de the bottom line - grotus
- letra de mundo, ray, birro, each, rato - dj nelassassin
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- letra de mark upon your skin - lost society
- letra de bad energy - brandon king