Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smells Like, artist - Jarren Benton.
Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smells Like |
Looks like, feels like murder |
Smells like, tastes like murder |
Feels like, tastes like murder |
Must be murder |
Looks like, feels like murder |
Smells like, tastes like murder |
Feels like, tastes like murder |
Must be murder |
When God comes it curtains, baby butchering, bloodthirsting and body burnin' |
rupturing aneurysms from your brain burstin' |
I smack Leatherface and laugh at Jason |
I stick my dick in that Lucifer chick that used the crucifix for masturbation |
Satan’s coroner, kiddies lock your door, it’s the art of war |
Spittin' horrorcore since Lionel Richie was a commodore |
Its 'M' for Murder Hitchcock, |
I start a convo, like who you like better, Big or Pac |
Then I suck your pussy ‘til your clit pop |
Yeah boy, like I’m Flavor Flav with a big clock |
Dispatchin' any competetor, you’re regular |
Detachin' your retina, the blood-shedder bitches piss on me |
My dick meat stink like pastrami |
My white ass is whiter than Mitt Romney |
Hillary Clinton can get her clit done with my big tounge |
Have the bitch strung, once me dick swung, her lip drip cum |
When I bust I leave more than your face and your mouth smothered |
I leave your couch and your living room and your whole house flooded |
‘Til every fan bumps this, I’m rowdy ravenous and rambunctious |
Have white bitches wearin' hammer pants dancin' to Can’t Touch This |
I paint pictures on canvases, stick a fist up your bitches like hand puppets |
Pussy gargalin lickin' your clam nuggets |
Lyrically you ain’t never caught a body |
I dunk your head and make you drink the shitty piss water in the porter potty |
Lesbian orgy with Earthlings and green bitches fuckin in public |
I’m on some other shit, I get aliens on a mothership suckin' dick |
I’m the best and that’s it, put me on top your rap list |
Have all the dead rappers come out their graves, and do my ad-libs |
Bitch, c’mon |
They say you are what you eat, I don’t recall eating a fuckin' rapist |
I throw a rock up in the sky and hit a freakin' spaceship, I’m goin' ape shit |
Hey bitch, how come everytime you give me head |
My dick get cut up by the seam of your braces |
A grown man that still lives in his mama’s basement |
Dissect a fuckin' ape and give it a brain replacement |
I murk y’all, bitch you soft as a Nerf ball |
Auto-erotic asphyxiation, choke myself when I jerk off |
Put your ass in the dirt dog, created the law of Kerckhoff |
But the pussy smell like Pamino’s, then man that’s just a turn off |
None of you dumb fucks concernin' us |
I tie you to the gas stove in hell tell Lucifer turn the furnace up |
Me and R.A. |
the Rugged, you fuckers gon' love it |
You a bitch, you snuggle with men, take dick, kiss it and chug it |
I’m a glutton, eat buckets of nuggets of human flesh |
And blow his rap budget on crack, snacks and puppets |
Fuck a metaphor, I metamorph into a feather dwarf |
With a knife and slam my dick inside the dresser drawer |
Strangle you, while stranglin' myself to see who die quicker |
Poppin' your casket with a pistol like surprise nigga |
So when we die, make it to the pearly gates |
When God don’t let me in I clap his ass with this .38 |
Forensic scientists can’t even identify the shit that I did to the bodies |
Blood stain in the lobby, morphine in the IV, cut scalpel when I see |
I’m fly to death, Kamikaze, I’m probably Illuminati |
Fuck a beat, I rock over a queef |
And if I go broke I’m stickin' Kanye West for his teeth |