Letra de Vicious
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Yeah!
I'll probably end up on the south end of an old Caribbean island
Lookin' like a cross between a hobo and a pirate
I'll probably end up on the south end of an old Caribbean island
Lookin' like a cross between a hobo and a pirate
Spectacles of ultraviolet watch the ciphers blow from side to side, it's hypnotizin'
I'm falling deep, [?] wrap the corners of performers
The way we [?] here on all of our disorders
But I ain't beg for quarters, not in this location, motherfucker face it
If you see me here, then I'm a patient - on paid vacation
See I've turned my back on all this shit they advertised to me
That's why I'm [?], they named me suicidal tragedy
Ethics class kiss my ass, civics guess they did it
If you lived the shit I've been in, then the nick of time made a dash
See what's funny is I never knew I had faith
Until it washed away one morning on a cold day
But still I bend my knees and do some sort of shake and prey
Evoke the universe, although I'm pissed at where my pops stay
Bad boys, good guys, what's the difference (Nothing)
Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
Here's a little story on how everything can turn vicious
Bad boys, good guys, what's the difference (Nothing)
Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen (The third!)
Here's a little story on how life can turn vicious
I've got sharp teeth, no time for barking
Ya'll bleed any force to harm me
God's reach control your heartbeat, the tin man, the lion, the dog and Dorothy
Tornadoes, naval game shows [?]
Pink toes, fame clothes, bitch came close
Try me or defy me with the violence or the rhyming till I'm rotten, then I'm riding like Sharpton in the Shining
The balance matters, I'm lasters' master
Disasters, asthma, smile at the camera
Time travel, civil war mind battles
Then bust my gun way before I got tattoos
You sugar coated, niggas done been demoted
You missed promotions dealing with mixed emotions
You're fit for folding, fiddle with fitness, focus
I killed a moment, this is a different motive
Bad boys, good guys, what's the difference
Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
Here's a little story on how everything can turn vicious
Bad boys, good guys, what's the difference
Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
Here's a little story on how life can turn vicious
Thirstin Howl the third motherfucker!
I'm out here chillin' in the sunshine - in all these sun-rays
Solar powered motherfuckers!
I'm falling deep, [?] wrap the corners of performers
The way we [?] here on all of our disorders
But I ain't beg for quarters, not in this location, motherfucker face it
If you see me here, then I'm a patient - on paid vacation
See I've turned my back on all this shit they advertised to me
That's why I'm [?], they named me suicidal tragedy
Ethics class kiss my ass, civics guess they did it
If you lived the shit I've been in, then the nick of time made a dash
See what's funny is I never knew I had faith
Until it washed away one morning on a cold day
But still I bend my knees and do some sort of shake and prey
Evoke the universe, although I'm pissed at where my pops stay
Bad boys, good guys, what's the difference (Nothing)
Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
Here's a little story on how everything can turn vicious
Bad boys, good guys, what's the difference (Nothing)
Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen (The third!)
Here's a little story on how life can turn vicious
I've got sharp teeth, no time for barking
Ya'll bleed any force to harm me
God's reach control your heartbeat, the tin man, the lion, the dog and Dorothy
Tornadoes, naval game shows [?]
Pink toes, fame clothes, bitch came close
Try me or defy me with the violence or the rhyming till I'm rotten, then I'm riding like Sharpton in the Shining
The balance matters, I'm lasters' master
Disasters, asthma, smile at the camera
Time travel, civil war mind battles
Then bust my gun way before I got tattoos
You sugar coated, niggas done been demoted
You missed promotions dealing with mixed emotions
You're fit for folding, fiddle with fitness, focus
I killed a moment, this is a different motive
Bad boys, good guys, what's the difference
Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
Here's a little story on how everything can turn vicious
Bad boys, good guys, what's the difference
Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
Here's a little story on how life can turn vicious
Thirstin Howl the third motherfucker!
I'm out here chillin' in the sunshine - in all these sun-rays
Solar powered motherfuckers!
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