Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Digital Animal , by - Honey Claws. Song from the album Honey Claws, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 31.12.2007
Record label: Tierra
Song language: English
Digital Animal |
| Hey, Honey Claws, Honey Claws, Honey Claws |
| J, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j |
| Oooooo, ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, woahhh |
| Paid a fee, door let me in free |
| Some of us pro and don’t need ID |
| I speak and the birds open up they beaks |
| Fly fly from inside, slow motion speed |
| Loose senses, drop your britches and work |
| Herc power struck down a junkie nurse |
| Phony medical robe surely came from home |
| Pull the knot out stoked tag the mack en vogue |
| Que modela Coachella when the tunes released |
| Planetary domination, hardly get to sleep |
| Marley weekend freak, smoke a blunt and eat |
| Pancake, dirty date, kirbey lane on E |
| Honey Claws got the psalms for the junkie church |
| Runnin gauze, hitting pause so your body don’t hurt |
| I think I’m finally perched on a tree to desert |
| The lower ground coma sound bullshit is the worst |
| D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d Digital animal freaky folks |
| Shoot a lot a lip, get split like gemini |
| 2 hemispheres, 2 minds, one pan fry |
| My bus-i-ness truncate nemisis |
| Now future’s free of skirmishes |
| Deep fucking D-cup tournaments |
| Slow busting, thrusting, murderous |
| Nightlife want me back by 9 |
| Finish up exchange and ride |
| Put a lot into the coup d'état, none of this is new to me |
| Fuckers thought they’d play the part, super-clark change the scene |
| Likely dream except for the part pertaining to the talent |
| Them motherfucking money suckers chop em into salad |
| Ceiling with a pillow watching the prophecy drop |
| Somehow feeling halfway guilty sleeping the sympathy off |
| Pray for anarchist law by mischivalrous pigs |
| You can’t cuff up my wrists if you can’t find it |
| D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d Digital animal freaky folks |
| Digital animal freaky folks |
| Belly covered up, t-shirt red tiger |
| Drool down the lip, striped saber-toothed slimer |
| Dribble spit, tip scale, dirty dogma |
| Puppy love blocked shaka trois, ménage à |
| Ninja ninja, vanish m.o. |
| creep |
| Naughty fucking freaks and busting techniques |
| East west battle best, turn your bones to ashes |
| Send em to the kin with the symbol on the package |
| Grow the fascination larger than it ever was |
| Walls kicked over, Berlin snap cameras |
| Gallagher, Petey G, sledgehammer family |
| Babble with insanity, granted me the amnesty |
| I learned my lesson messing up my life is not the way to |
| Wreck it, check the SM58, replace the vibe behind your |
| Face piece, bass beats your basics plus me |
| It’s the combination known to defeat the beast |
| And his gate… keeperrrrrr |
| D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d Digital animal freaky folks |