Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Digits, artist - Godemis. Album song The Deevil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.04.2012
Record label: Commercial Entertainment Syndicate
Song language: English
Digits |
| I’ve been watching opera hopping up around in here |
| Say whatever comes to mind it feels like I’m finna |
| Rearrange your brain like I was Doctor Mindbender |
| Dipping in the van that’s got the little round window |
| Why I’m up at this hour, I did it with a cup of joe |
| Keep a couple mason jars, I think that’s where the guts’ll go |
| Just because you paint your face you’re not a fucking juggalo |
| Cut off your tweetin fingers, cook 'em up in E-V-Double-O |
| We are here to entertain |
| Losers in the winner’s lane |
| People casting looks when I’m like «Dude I didn’t get a chance» |
| All I ever wanted was a shot and so I can’t complain |
| Cut us open plain and drew the inspiration from the pain |
| This is black magic, faggot, you cannot carry the flame |
| Hard to hold a candle standing in November Rain |
| Satisfy the Deevil even still some sort of temper came |
| Off hilter-kilter made his father fucking music strange |
| Well I am so high that I can finger fuck pigeons |
| Point your finger at me, your finger’s fucking missing |
| (Man listen, mind your manners get back can you dig it? |
| I’m a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits) |
| Well I am so high, finger-fuck a pigeon |
| Point your finger at me, your finger’s fucking missing |
| (Man listen, micromanage get back can you dig it? |
| I’m a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits |
| Dig it?) |
| What cause you not Ces, fuck this guy, huh? |
| Huh?! |
| I’m sipping liquor, sitting on this head of a decapitated rapper |
| While I write another chapter that’s full of murder and laughter |
| I was last spotted (where?) |
| At a hostel out in Berlin |
| German women with turbans bringing me bourbons |
| I’m secured inside, bulletproof curtains |
| Wearing a shirt, «That's nice», it’s made out of your skin |
| I got a hungry dog at home that eats turd nuggets |
| If I feed him fingers he eats them like «Sure fuck it» |
| So watch where y’all be pointing those at, seeking see |
| My family |
| Plan-A is a stampede |
| No plan-b |
| That means |
| Probably heading back to jail |
| I don’t really sweat it though, Gode says he’s got the bail |
| If not I flee the country, but first plant some evidence, (Where?) |
| In the house of the ex-president's residence |
| Hit a republican up with the right, throwing a left on the liberal |
| Hit 'em like Pitbull |
| Making it rain at his show |
| Let’s Go |