letra de flik - prompt
oil in the cogs
check the f-cking machinery
call me the mad god
now sheogorath’s back
hold the applause
thrown on a f-cking hazmat
i think i’m getting a cough
i don’t want y’all to have that
sick
sh-t i got a rock hard d-ck
she a lil bit thick around the hips
i call that b-tch banana then split
now she got me in a pickle call me rick
flik
and i could tell ya bout a bug’s life
a c-ckroach who don’t know bout sunlight
the c-ck stroke when my b-tch ain’t home
writing my poems
spitting into a hundred dollar microphone
i always liked it better alone
and now i’m flowing like a veteran
sippin’ sentimental beverages
glowing like i’m heaven
level-headed-devil effortless
i’m pedaling to pedestals pinnacles
medical bills dental and mental health still critical
chill
i’m a cynical individual
filled like the reticle
thrills coming
with a com-com-compendium of sillies
and dilly dallying sh-t that i don’t really wanna get into (get into)
and now we’re going to the interlude
class clown
laughing now
spazzing out the ass frown
passed out with a mask on
shaft getting massacred fast
all spat on
gaston
belle of the ball
cholesterol’s too tall
it’s a whole lot of eggs
too many noodles and bread
and heady sh-t that’s getting the paper shredded
made of lettuce
annoying ass voice pitched fred motherf-cker
with lead feet
iron boots
too f-cking complicated
water temple
buy a noose
tie a loop
pop a pimple
spot the ripple
not the simplest sh-t that i could do
what’s going on youtube
smash that like b-tton
f-ck that like b-tton
i wanna see y’all crash my wifi
bashing my f-cking like b-tton
annihilate the like b-tton
f-ck happened to my life b-tton
i don’t even know how to f-cking rhyme sh-t
or how to f-cking die
without telling a f-cking lie
i’m times worst nightmare
i’m trite’s last wife
i’m spite’s last white hair
try me motherf-cker
i’m live
my air
and i’m breathing
so i’m their
oil in the cogs
check the f-cking machinery
call me the mad god
now sheogorath’s back
hold the applause
thrown on a f-cking hazmat
i think i’m getting a cough
i don’t want y’all to have that
sick
sh-t i got a rock hard d-ck
she a lil bit thick around the hips
i call that b-tch banana then split
now she got me in a pickle call me rick
flik
and i could tell ya bout a bug’s life
letras aleatórias
- letra de capchasin - corefish
- letra de in meiner hood - karamel19
- letra de pretty betty martin - jean ritchie
- letra de done me well - astra nwachukwu
- letra de stfu - alex2tact
- letra de if i'm in luck i might get picked up - iggy pop
- letra de thera - versus (new york)
- letra de kiss and tell (sergio t remix) - matina zara
- letra de quieresvermipolla? - emilio aluminio
- letra de rock n roller at heart - the other half