: drunk on your presence and golden glow pulled from a top hat in some magic show you move so slowly the tensions bliss with pain and torture in each
: Je travaille au "Chat Botte" Dans le centre-ville, Je vends l'hiver et l'ete, des mules en reptile C'est mon destin je suppose, J'ai quinze ans d'
And now you're walkin' Jus' like you're ten foot tall Well, go ahead Lickin' that split, better move quick Better not slip, better get hip I don't think
Father, set me free from this altar of death Dead fingers cold as ice touches my flesh As it passed through my soul and body The fear I thought was
Tomorrow, the day of dark In my sorrow I am engulfed My fear showed My Evilyn needed spark Gone is my fear for not having it all Here now and forever
This is the world you're free to explore Life is paradise you've been searching for You are the god, you try to implore You're living in a hell that none
My skin is dripping from blood For that moment, I sighed in relief But I wasn't just gonna be dying I thought I'll bleed like sinners bleed Paralyzed
One more dead soul, there's a hole in the sky Illuminating dream quest, the prophet's eye By virtue of madness a sign of faith Lurking at the threshold
The shit with this bitch Yo I said I'm calling you B Yo B it's the phone Yo B "May I help you?" "Yes what's your name?" "Hello?" "Hello man you got Cookypuss
Long legs taking you somewhere Catch your reflection in a window pane The universe is startin' to feel ya Drinking tequila like its the name of the game
Sour puss Sour puss I used to impress you but now I'm not so sure I used to make you happy but now we're waging war I used to thrill you, send shivers
nanananana - nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind nanananana il papus puss puss puss puss il papus puss puss puss puss (tigars, vaginas tigars
FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!! Hit it from the back and blow out that bush Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing Know my bitches from they taggles
My puss, the gates of heaven Your puss, closed seven eleven My puss, spouting genius rhymes Your puss, gets help from the march of dimes My puss, is hot
drunk on your presence and golden glow pulled from a top hat in some magic show you move so slowly the tensions bliss with pain and torture in each sensual
drunk on your presence and golden glow pulled from a top hat in some magic show you move so slowly the tensions bliss with pain and torture in each