Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master Roshi, artist - Craig Xen. Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Master Roshi |
| I gotta get back in there, bitch, I gotta get to school |
| One, two, ayy |
| All the way out of that black abyss |
| Master Roshi with a makeshift blade |
| Epiphenefrin inject through the flesh |
| From the hertz and syllables when the songs get played |
| Off and on, I’m often anonymous |
| Nautilus, dual-wielding makeshift axes |
| Omni, ominous Vladimir |
| Fear monger-er, death-o-mometer |
| Off in the mental, thoughts an anomaly |
| Inadvertently, I’m introverted |
| Been inaugurated to rule the new world order |
| A post-apocalyptic immortal |
| Sense of a being, sent to end the mortals |
| Ended the meeting with diminished morals |
| Now proceeding to kill, kill and murder |
| AMBER alerts cannot close the curtains |
| I know for certain, I’m so for sure |
| Off by a bit, about a chromosome |
| Animalistic, make rash decisions |
| Used to dump blunt guts in the trash in physics |
| Skip the class, get mad and dip |
| Buy a pack of cigs and smoke gas at Winstons |
| Fuck the laws, cough Hawking laws up |
| Lungs overloaded from the tars and charcoal |
| Donny Darko, raw doggin' broads |
| In the backseat of a parked car at Valero |
| Where did her head go? |
| Right in my lap |
| Mouth on my egg roll, hair tied back |
| Bitch, I’m back |
| On the amphetamines, I’m thwacked |
| In the land of the milk and the honey |
| Where they kill for the money when the sky turns black |
| Nigga |
| Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh |
| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh |
| Hell yeah, ooh |
| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh |
| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh |
| All the way out of that black abyss |
| Master Roshi with a makeshift blade |
| Epiphenefrin inject through the flesh |
| From the hertz and syllables when the songs get played |
| Off and on, I’m often anonymous |
| Nautilus, dual-wielding makeshift axes |
| Omni, ominous Vladimir |
| Fear monger-er, death-o-mometer |
| Off in the mental, thoughts an anomaly |
| Inadvertently, I’m introverted |
| Been inaugurated to rule the new world order |
| A post-apocalyptic immortal |
| Sense of a being, sent to end the mortals |
| Ended the meeting with diminished morals |
| Now proceeding to kill, kill and murder |
| AMBER alerts cannot close the curtains |
| I know for certain, I’m so for sure |
| Off by a bit, about a chromosome |
| Animalistic, make rash decisions |
| Used to dump blunt guts in the trash in physics |
| Skip the class, get mad and dip |
| Buy a pack of cigs and smoke gas at Winstons |
| Fuck the laws, cough Hawking laws up |
| Lungs overloaded from the tars and charcoal |
| Donny Darko, raw doggin' broads |
| In the backseat of a parked car at Valero |
| Where did her head go? |
| Right in my lap |
| Mouth on my egg roll, hair tied back |
| Bitch, I’m back |
| On the amphetamines, I’m thwacked |
| In the land of the milk and the honey |
| Where they kill for the money when the sky turns black |
| Nigga |