a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de gay conscience - thick shady

[intro: slom shondy]
meet ted, an 18 year old college student
fed up with the life and the way things are going
he considers coming out as g-y
until suddenly, his conscience comes in to play

[verse: thick shady & embis]
aight, gosh
i know you f-ckin’ g-y man, no need to be ashamed and
don’t worry it’s a great plan to write your fam a statement
no escapin’, so embrace it, hope i can help the pain, d-mn
to get you out this place, fam
nah, f-ck that, you flamin’, so charred, it looks spray tan
you look like a douche more than guys who wear their ray bands
when your christian family weighs in, they gonna think you crazy
complainin’ and sayin’, like, “how the f-ck we raise him?”
nah, jesus loves all, no matter what sins you commit
now appeasin’ them all might be some tough sh-t to attend
but please do it dog, they on some f-ck sh-t and they sinned
if they reason you’re gone and your too f-cked up to be cleansed
nah, dude, if you admit, you’d be stuck up in that sh-t
struck upside the head, hit, and then tucked up in a bin
try to f-ck some girls, don’t you suck another d-ck
’cause people are gonna hurl if you f-ckin’ with the men
ah, shut the f-ck, b-tch, man, don’t listen to this d-ck
he’s h0m-phobic and knows it and he gets a little kick
off pokin’ holes in your boldness and then p-ssin’ off the kids
you so composed and it’s okay you ain’t stickin’ to a cl-t
now, what the f-ck you say? little maggot, just shoo away
break your bones like some sticks, you a f-ggot in two ways
get a hoe or chick and go grab you some pootang
or maybe you’ll get married, then i’ll hand you the bouquet
ok, chill, enough, b-tch, go pack you a suitcase
and don’t forget your discs, always jackin’ to blu-ray’s
listen to me dude, now, you actin’ a fool, k?
just go up to a your dad and then you brag that you’re too g-y
[chorus: ted]
these voices they tell me i am g-y
i’m prolly schizophrenic
this ain’t good, i think i’ll
go check into a mental hospital
please k!ll me, i think i might result to
a bullet into the brain, so how ’bout i just (-gunshot-)

[outro: thick shady & embis]
uh, the f-ck?
what the f-ck?
oh-oh god
oh, god, jesus! oh, god, there’s blood everywhere
oh-oh god, yeah, he’s dead man
wait-wait, how are we still alive then?
uh uh, i don’t know, i-i guess because we’re… spirits?
ah
angel and demon?
right, that makes sense, yeah
mmm… (-clears throat-)
well, this is awkward
yep (-clears throat-)
i guess we could… have s-x
mmm… good idea, let’s go do that
yeah, aight, let’s go

- thick shady

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS