letra de the hole repertoire - the high & mighty
“you know the whole repertoire”
[mr. eon]
catch the raid, intoxic from roach spray i puff on
mr. slithers, now you’re g-y like waylan smithers
i be mr. burns, huff trees and seedlings
destroy any race, color, creed
i come wit readings, ?atour? selections, bent erections
the outcome is known just like fixed elections
[cage]
i make cake like conjuctive-itis
yo can’t see me wit your pinned up eyelids
i burn in all climates
got chicks with grips stuff crystal up they sinus
i pull your insides out like polo parka liners
twice birth-ed, questionably earth bred
umbilical noose scars on my neck from where i first lived
[mr. eon]
intention’s be cynical, outshine the critical
this spherical miracle, wit cadence that’s greatest
debate this, is cage a serial rapist
and d-ck starbuck, now your town run amuck
we pillage ya village, sn-tchin up smurfettes
and suckin on they t-tties like chicken croquette
[cage]
i saw three cuties, gettin molested at the movies
i would of broke it up but the attackers was my droogies
no conscience like i’m solace
i stay up in boxes like new york’s homeless
i run train wit split personalities
wit connected at the knees, siamese -n-logies
[hook]
“i’m obvious oblivion but that’s my science” [cage]
“could you possibly fathom what the dome be equipped with” [mr. eon]
“i bring it, to the head piece-piece” [mr. eon]
“agent orange, stompin on mc-c” [cage]
“i’m obvious oblivion but that’s my science”
“rippable fact” [mr. eon] “agent orange” “rippable fact”
“sinister” [mr. eon]
[cage]
you suck like a succubus, i write rhymes in incubus
to blow your face off, courtesy cage not nicolas
but mad christialist, sunday’s rock black bathrooms
pimp sh-t like warlocks in washington clothes
heads make blood pressure, pop vessel stretcher
bring dead as the sixth starters, digest ya
[mr. eon]
your fake illusion be strictly optical
my optimal intake is always optimal
eliminating p-ssies, call me gynecological
removing fallopians, call me hysterical
hysterectomy a remedy, peeps readily
mic in my hand is where the metal be
[cage]
in a unfulfilled quest to find out who’s tightest
on the run, yeah i spray cats like graffiti writers
i spit phrases, painted wit tainted day-es
pontius pilate-ing planes for semi-sane
plus cage is the aviator
alex the great’ll k!ll desader
m-s-ch-st lyricist dj with his own fader
[mr. eon]
reap havoc on the mic like hamas in jerusalem
wit napalm, and the pipe bombs, we be doin em
but cover up like flab on abdominal
now you wanna smoke the e, i deal in chronicles
watch the watch, while you peep the hypnotics
now my conscience be obnoxious if you knock this
[hook]
letras aleatórias
- letra de running out (a song) - bailey thomas
- letra de bless the world - callaway redd
- letra de downhill (upside down optimist) - jeremy ivey
- letra de the wheels on the bus (storytime version) - cocomelon
- letra de imitate - lilyflame
- letra de let's turkey trot - jan & dean
- letra de stone chair - p-tree
- letra de к морям (to the seas) - фрэнк? (frankvopros)
- letra de count on me - dababy & youngboy never broke again
- letra de as i go - richard swift