un dolore nelle ossa: acido lattico. Acido lattico lo sento nel ginocchio, acido lattico lo sento nella mente, acido lattico torno alla vita, acido lattico
: Get out of my way when I?m taking my turn I?m an acid manic letting it all burn - baby beer in my belly and nothing left to lose all my answers
and put it in yours (take this) I'm indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin pores To go outdoors and do some in-stores This bitch wanted to blow
in yours (take this) I'm indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin pores To go outdoors and do some in-stores This bitch wanted to blow me,
-blooded he's dead" "Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said" Some say I'm the son of satan, but they're relatin' Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm
status of your apparatus and then go nowaday, it ain't that clear though i remember when jazz was born in new orleans mom-and-pop record stores, i'd
uglier Spinning' within my hyper-barrack chamber Nothing short of a bloody rusty razor fingerprint that could stop my behaviour Generally, and federally Etcetera, etcetera, shooting Storm
in this world Is nothing strange for us With all those chemicals, wars and destructions We do not know mother nature has in store for us The race for
when I walk up in the building Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores I make it hot, floodin
: The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst Out at you from their hiding place Like acid and oil on a madman's face His reasons tend to fly away
haterz who tripped, listen I really feel, My villain T-Will when he spit fuck them plus anybody They go get and shit. [Chorus] [Repeat 2x] [Verse 2] When the storm
to dresser It fell down without a sound It took five years just to get down Who put up the flag? We haven't got a door yet If they storm the fort tonight
chief buried a hatchet in his head life compared to death for him seemed worse The tribal brothers gathered in the lighthouse to sing and tried to conjure up a storm
and dark chocolate melted over Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste Niagara grapes, the highest in mental states [Warcloud:] A mosquito in the book store
That ain't happenin' Muthafuckas tryin' to kill me and shit, Well Out here Well Spit somethin' called acid rap 10 years ago a friend of mine Rapped about
, and shit ya wrote I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat Carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish It's on from storm, I
old chief buried a hatchet in his head Life compared to death for him seemed worse The tribal brothers gathered in the lighthouse to sing And tried to conjure up a storm
them break me We got lost in phoenix, seems like such a long time Seven months of living sweaty on those thin white lines Did some time for selling acid
