letra de small blows, big hits - i still don't have a fucking name
hold up dude, slow it down and wait a bit
give it a second it’ll f-cking hit
dirt brown eyes got me always looking atsh-t
you didn’t catch that? i’m a pessimist
five foot 8′ and filled with hate
bout to burst, inflate inflate
my words repeating for emphasis
bottled up inside me like a f-cking cyst
i’ll bite my t–th, i’ll clench my fist
i’m not some p-ssy that will slit his wrist
blood splattered on those walls, red mist
i don’t give a f-ck who that b-tch kissed
because a mother f-cker straight dodging my stares
contemplating throwning that c-nt down a flight of stairs
this sick fantasies are all i see
when that b-tch straight stops and looks at me
i would necrofeel that b-tch up
can’t cheat now you f-cking c-nt
now you understand how i feel
small blow, big hits, keep it real
letras aleatórias
- jimmy page robert plant › letra de yallah - jimmy page & robert plant
- uni g › letra de body bag - uni-g
- phony ppl › letra de think you're mine. - phony ppl
- martinho da vila › letra de samba do samuel / vem pro samba meu amor / força total - martinho da vila
- gerard alessandrini › letra de lin-manuel as hamilton - gerard alessandrini
- jarv › letra de the concoction - jarv
- cattle decapitation › letra de the regurgitation of corpses (demo version) - cattle decapitation
- adam ezra group › letra de the faithful - adam ezra group
- darkim b ah leader kv › letra de tell it how it is - darkim, b ah leader & kv
- death to the robots › letra de 21 gun salute - death to the robots