Cage
Perfect World
I woke up president Weathermen keep the weapon inThe same spot that got honey spillin’ her estrogenLookin’ to molest me in the back of the ‘LacI got a million plus downloads fuck a plaqueAnother thing I have is a little fascinationFor girls that use my music to make relationsTake ummm for instance so persistentHad me doin’ shit to her so unchristianInto pissin’ and strangulation masonsKeep callin’ me about my applications‘Cause I dropped it off then thought knock it offYou could start your own club to plot and stalkPerforated thinking I see shit spasticPenned under a microscope into a book of acidTransform the high to a narcotic logicFlying with maggots in the cock pitMoney in the bank it’s a perfect worldNew car shotgun it’s the perfect girlEat your pills up try to work this worldAnd have no malfunctions to hurt this girlMay or may not really deserve this worldTo reveal that you really got a worthless girlDon’t be nervous girl (okay okay)There’s a thin line between love and a fuckLetras de cancionesAnd how drunk she got to be to put it in her buttStruts in her seven jeans I follow deceptionTo the suicide diner to feed my depressionI need a girl to make me crash my benz upA whistler with a blade that’ll cut all my ends upI’ll pop in every direction to catch a court caseEast bay, west nile, south park to north faceMy aunts’ smokin’ I got her crackI had a kid to feed then I wrote agent orange on a whopper wrapThat’s why I has it my way like a barkin’ pitOnly know the day by which side of the street I park my shitMake it awkward quick I’m achin’ to bloomBut they all wanna see me eat how I ate in the wombInspired by Doom death and metal objectsLike a young Zev love X readin’ marvel comicsI take a look around soak up my environmentRing it out into the mic and pay rentClips holdin’ V.I.P.’s to JesusWhen the birds pressed up on the glass like Grey GooseScience fiction with too in depth rapsRide tsunamis through new left tracksSemi colon my brain geeked out and swollenNo glass just nerd wraps to roll dro inIn these last days before I drop, bleed or endI’ll serve ‘til they kill me like Scott PetersonI spit ugly so many rappers love meThey rush me at shows tryin’ to kiss and hug meIt’s truth or dare but ya’ll keep pickin’ truth‘Cause the know I’m ‘gon dare them to come to NY oopsI spilled beer on the board fine me later while I conspire this illuminati paper
From Letras Mania