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letra de looney - timo moran

i wana be rich and have it all then satan appears ands siad this song. buzzed outa my mind on ex and valium smokeing joints in the mental asylum. run around like a second b-tt naked jesus that’s what happens when you have mental diseases. have you slapped from smack and chapped lips from crack. my last panic attack came from to many acid tabs. on social welfare like who the else cares barely enough money for these new nike airs i write rhymes like prayers i’m so f-cked from hallucinations sitting back in this chair.but f-ck it while i toke to the roach with burn marks on my clothes feeling the dope creeping up on my hopes while i compose these flows. 1 bottle of beer on the wall what happened to the other 99 i drank em all. i’m clinically insane i contain no brain from sniffing lines of cocaine. im feeling stressed and i’m down to my last cigarette . when i spit ima k!ller you look familiar you look like something out of mike js thriller. somethings really wrong with my head all eyes on me2pac siad it instead. paranoid and comatosed oops i nearly overdosed. hey doc how many pills i gotta swallow i wana get my tan on down in saupaulo. is the money really worth it i wana ryme this rap shot perfect. i have a split personality a different duality il use tool for brutality whats your locality il turn day by day normality into a psychos mentality. hey tim lets have a smoke 16 years later still relapsing on dope. verbal virallity till i’m totally free from financial normality. i see stuff on telly like that should be me not with a mask on cctv. im the neighbour hood pimp il leave with your b-tch that rat got his face st-tched because he’s known as a snitch. all out for luck up side horse shoes and such want jewels cut from rough and still puff that good stuff. it’s not you it’s me even carved our names in a tree birds and beez carry s-xual disease. s-x drugs and rock n roll so much alcohol getting in brawls gettin stoned outa control. get the baseball bat till he’s broken his back ain’t no fact jack keep on track till this rap sh-ts a wrap . an oze uncut and clean i’m keen to deal to make some green cooking crack cut it down like a lumber jack and that’s that

- timo moran

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