Satanic Verses Goretex
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Intro:
- The fuck you lookin' at? Come on, make that coffee to go, let's go
- What the fuck you doin' it's a joke, a joke, put the fuckin' pata in, I ain't take the coffee!
Verse 1:
Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with Henny blood shakes, now render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli a chrome
Rap Vinnie Jones, I dis-attach, snatch from the bone
And ate the last witnesses, K-ed out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin
Guerrilla biscuits, bustin' your windpipes into splinters
Another thing that corpse paint in the frost of the winter
Circle of Tyrants, rockin' inverted cross iced-out
Blood Farmer, two in your face, get erased, lights out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep 'em on the hip like shit bags
You don't want it, fag, get left in the bubble, covered, my shooter fair
State bent, like breathin' rubber, so be advised
Lucifer's rising, the Invocation of My Demon Brother
Verse 2:
- The fuck you lookin' at? Come on, make that coffee to go, let's go
- What the fuck you doin' it's a joke, a joke, put the fuckin' pata in, I ain't take the coffee!
Verse 1:
Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with Henny blood shakes, now render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli a chrome
Rap Vinnie Jones, I dis-attach, snatch from the bone
And ate the last witnesses, K-ed out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin
Guerrilla biscuits, bustin' your windpipes into splinters
Another thing that corpse paint in the frost of the winter
Circle of Tyrants, rockin' inverted cross iced-out
Blood Farmer, two in your face, get erased, lights out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep 'em on the hip like shit bags
You don't want it, fag, get left in the bubble, covered, my shooter fair
State bent, like breathin' rubber, so be advised
Lucifer's rising, the Invocation of My Demon Brother
Verse 2:
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