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letra de why they call me tommy - puke king

yo, it’s puke king. yo this why they call me king tommy
if you wanna check out my sh-t: facebook.com/pukekingmusic
youtube.com/pukekingmusic, twitter.com/pukekingmusic
yo, and i got tumblr too

i ain’t religious in the slightest, in fact i’m a nihilist
i hate life, kids, trees, dogs, cats and mice which
means i spend my life just looking for a smiting
to prove me i’m wrong, “hey gods y’all invited!”
all of them, i’m hedging bets like a garden convention
but i feel i’m bopping head in a teacher-less detention
where’s the vengeance? y’all p-ssified your gods huh?
then lie when caught f-cking kids in the alters
just repent for being bent and bending little eric
over benches and pews and scr-w-ng up his head, pr-cks
even stevens cos y’all believe in a god that i don’t?
call me joseph smith and peep the script i wrote
i mean ‘deciphered’ from idols that’ll be gone soon
like anubis and isis, chilling in god tombs
i wanna believe in the holy, i feel it would heal me
but my holes are no go zones so no preacher’s gonna feel me

f-ck your life i don’t mean intercourse
i mean it of course i’m as mean as that course
in germany that k!lls people in scores
i’mma score my lore into foreskins of foes
with fiendish deep force i’mma reach in their pores
breach in their cores and defeat them in fours
’til their wh0r-s call me “sick whip” like i drove in porsches
with emo kids doors, tyres screaming ’til they’re course
i’m a beast when released on the peaceful, they’re deed
like an underage drinker, like i at fifteen
like i am a liege i mean legend but see
since fifteen i’ve been sick, beat me? unlikely
when released on a foe i go toe-to-toe with giants
defiant when i’m faced with tigers, bears or lions
am i lying? hardly likely, i don’t sleep much i’m wired
never tire, never falter, never fall call me sire
the ‘zades on the table and i’m covered up in cables
but i ain’t making sh-t, seems my mind ain’t been able

{sample from kanye west’s monster}

holding triggers to me, they’re not wicks so we’ll see
how you light up your own life while i find mcs
worth puke’s time, like i’m so-so conceited
like i’m so-so, please, you feel so-so cheated
cos sick’s so-so lethal don’t f-ck with that teen please
i’m running away to keep blood from being bleed-ed
bled, use head not heart if you wanna keep it beating
cos like vomit with fist you don’t really wanna beat sick
cos i hear revenge is sweet, i got a taste for it sucker
and i’m a greedy fat f-ck, check my buckle f-cker
want that sticky sh-t that glistens in the summer
dries up in the fall and fades away to dust, uh
’til dawn i yawn at these corny attempts
at my throne, am i thrown when i stay at my friend’s?
hardly ever, i mean never, even when i left
you fannies cannot harm me, even in my death

- puke king

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