Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Venom, artist - Breezly Brewin & Jean GraeDate of issue: 22.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Venom |
| Parasitic and a critic of God’s score |
| You gots all of mine but why |
| You waits for the next to Erase my respect |
| Grab the di-dick |
| Just do your duties |
| I’m bout as insecure as you’re the immature |
| But you gots cooties |
| Telling me, me file |
| Your style’s forever blaow |
| Acidic your rain and pour |
| Ignoring my pain |
| Like how’s the weather, whatever |
| I want therapy from Ron Jeremy on intimacy |
| Fuck a under the? |
| Into men, see you later |
| Greater good for sure |
| Using you then cruising through your neighborhood for whores |
| The? |
| Whip, story’ll flip |
| To the past, Back to the Future |
| Back to recruit for some masters |
| Nowadays I’m Michael J. Fox shook |
| Ya’ll style’s are crazed |
| But the disciples stay live |
| Look to the old school |
| Was y’all hoes too |
| His mom’s was a freak |
| But speaking of mom’s |
| Not for nothing, my Mom’s the bomb |
| A brother’s zoning |
| Edible better chill to spar with my father |
| Cease discussion |
| Probably gotta be my Mother’s? |
| Repercussion |
| Genetic pathetic |
| I’m head sick |
| Reaching for love |
| Reaching above the threshold |
| I’m stressed yo What’s up hun |
| ? |
| For real ya, your skill destroying your boy |
| And it’s clearing out your in a ploy, corruption |
| Now brought |
| Two thousand and one chronicles |
| The demonical, thinking of nonsense |
| Linking with you diamond? |
| Contents |
| You ain’t shit to me Cause love don’t live here anymore |
| That’s right, fuck you |
| That’s right, nigga |
| Pack your shit and leave |
| Love don’t live here anymore |
| Sing it Yo, if you ever find this nigga |
| He’ll be dead with the fishes |
| At the bottom of the East-muthafuckin-River |
| Deliver him straight past the flaming gates of Hades and suffocate him |
| With corpses of crack babies and burning fat ladies |
| You bum nigga |
| Vocabulary limited, primitive mind |
| Thinking big but only fucking with the average dick size |
| And fuck Destiny’s Child |
| Put you on blast on the net |
| Take your picture up in aol chat rooms for men (bitch nigga) |
| That’s right gentleman |
| A venomous revenge for offending a feminine, huh |
| Nigga, I should John Lennon you |
| Find a chick, pack her pussy with heat and fuck lead in you |
| Fill her mouth with razor blades and have her give head to you |
| I’m feeling vengeful |
| Thinking of acupuncture with pencils |
| Your body stenciled out on my single cover |
| Accept the murder charges |
| I’m dreaming of delicious spots for burial plots |
| Murk you then have necrophiliacs fuck you in abandoned lots |
| Who’s the mack |
| Bitch please |
| Get capped in the knees like old horses |
| I’ll hobble you, like Kathy Bates in Misery |
| Chivalry, not |
| I’ll fuck with voodoo and shrivel your c*** |
| Take you hostage |
| Make you fuck a prostitute that’s deliberately hot |
| Catch a clap, nigga |
| Slash your fucking limbs off so fast |
| That your Timbs' stay put when your legs get tossed |
| You ain’t a diamond, you’s a nun-but chrome |
| Bitch nigga, black hole for brains |
| Why’d you back and fuck with a chick who’s deranged |
| Come on now |