Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gasoline, artist - Jomeezius The GeniusDate of issue: 30.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gasoline |
| Fuck you and fuck her and fuck that, I’m japping |
| Taking a shit in the bed that you nap in |
| Release the Kraken, we gettin' it cracking |
| My lasers are z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zappin' |
| I don’t need a napkin, that’s wacker than Kaepernick |
| It just so happens I’m back on that rapper shit |
| Couldn’t nobody imagine that happenin' |
| But I’m back again |
| Happily hacking your body to bits |
| Don’t no nobody know Godi for shit |
| Diggin' a grave and I’m hopping in it, this is it |
| Chillin' in Valhalla, holla back and I’ma praise in Satan |
| Like my name Barack Obama, on the planet with no mama |
| I’ma kill the drama, I don’t lie your honor |
| I just fire on it when I find 'em finally |
| I feed 'em realizing don’t nobody really need 'em |
| All I really need to see is, all I really need to keep is |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of |
| Off my father-fucking rocker with it |
| If it’s Godemis you know you gotta get it |
| If a body’s rotting inside a Honda Civic |
| You ain’t gotta laud it, know that Donnie did it |
| If I shot a critic, I would not admit it |
| If I gotta get it outta Dodge I’ma do it (Dodge I’ma do it) |
| Prolly lost a lot of fluid (Prolly lost a lot of fluid) |
| Swear to god nobody knew it |
| What they got to do with everybody hating |
| All I need to make’s a lot of Kevin Bacon |
| Got the superglue for every deal I’m breaking |
| With the super trooper headed there to break-in (Headed there to break in) |
| I have been forsaken (I have been forsaken) |
| Why ain’t they relating (Why ain’t they relating) |
| Father time is taking aim and I don’t mind at all |
| Because I got it |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline |
| Third verse, last song |
| Two into it to be superhuman |
| Heating up the kitchen, every room is humid |
| If it was up to Cupid |
| I’d be sticking stupid motherfuckers in the temple |
| Who could prove it |
| Could it be therapeutic, I’ma wear the music |
| Don’t mean nothing to ya but it don’t fucking matter |
| I could make the cut and bloody up the lather |
| Fishes barely up, I run amok |
| I’d rather stuff a thump of fat or fuck if I’m an addict |
| I been getting at it, could’ve been something tragic |
| Had I not adapted, fuck who’s diplomatic |
| Wicked, this is rich as sick are getting at it |
| Take a pic, you bitches quick as you can snap it |
| You can dip and take it with you, you can have it |
| Introducing you into a few new habits |
| You are too dramatic, you should screw a faggot |
| You could ruin ratchets, it’s a father-fucking fact |
| I swept the script and never know just how to act |
| I dump the city off my motherfucking back |
| Now who can help me with a lighter or a match |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline |
| With a can of gasoline, with a can of |