Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who's That?, artist - Jehst. Date of issue: 16.05.2005
Song language: English
Who's That? |
| I turn virgin to prostitute |
| Turn paper black with dirt my words are destitute |
| Beauty is hideous to me in its ugliness |
| Grotesque love in the heart of a baroness |
| Kiss of the spider woman |
| With my cracked skull on her bosom |
| In the web of the unforgiven |
| And my heart beats a mechanical rhythm |
| Black and white images |
| My animal vision |
| Animal mission, animal instinct |
| The animal missing link |
| The manimal that bleeds in the kitchen sink |
| Bleeding like mogwai |
| Green weed gremlin |
| Sipping white Russians like the bar was the Kremlin |
| Anything to blend in |
| Cap pulled lower down |
| Strap buds while my liver laps up the Löwenbräu |
| Damn, I swore I wasn’t going out like this |
| Fingertips touching you, closing your eyelids |
| Kissing you goodnight with the lips of Medusa |
| Head full of snakes and the fate of a puma |
| Braincell travel at the pace of a rumor |
| Sun turned black in the shade of the lunar |
| [Chorus: Jehst & Micall Parknsun |
| The Sun turned black in the shade of the moon |
| Everybody stepped back when I came in the room |
| Move back! |
| Before making your move |
| Who’s that?! |
| Michael, sparking a zoot |
| The Sun turned black in the shade of the moon |
| Everybody stepped back when I came in the room |
| You better move back! |
| Before making your move |
| Who’s that?! |
| William, blazing a zoot |
| P moves like a millipede |
| Over a milie beat |
| My energy is ten times infinity |
| Conceiving the chemistry |
| With 'erb as a remedy |
| J*Star, LG with P |
| That’s a recipe |
| A new breed of pedigree |
| For your telly screen and radio |
| Search for the goal like Subbuteo |
| I chat facts while ya |
| Chat out ya battyhole |
| Stand back, fassyhole |
| I’m an anthrax bomb 'bout to blow |
| I’m a drop a load |
| Drop a flow for the bros |
| Bunning 'dro ducking po |
| Being typical |
| I’m raw to the mineral |
| With the syllable |
| That I spit at you |
| I’m digital |
| Like the DVD and telly screen sitting in your living room |
| Pick a tune |
| In the battle like Pikachu |
| The Pokémon |
| Trying to focus on |
| The what’s happening |
| And what’s going on |
| Nothing but the wong |
| In the city of babylon |
| As I travel on the cobble road |
| With no time, gotta go! |
| Cya later, adios, son! |
| Ghost, like facekillah |
| The host and spliff biller |
| Holding a pen with a |
| What the fuck you figure? |
| I ain’t Jigga |
| Nigga |
| Wigga |
| It’s bigger |
| [Chorus: Jehst & Micall Parknsun |
| The Sun turned black in the shade of the moon |
| Everybody stepped back when I came in the room |
| Move back! |
| Before making your move |
| Who’s that?! |
| Michael, sparking a zoot |
| The Sun turned black in the shade of the moon |
| Everybody stepped back when I came in the room |
| You better move back! |
| Before making your move |
| Who’s that?! |
| William, blazing a zoot |